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 Ellida.

And our two children, Wangel

Wangel.

Ours you call them!

Ellida.

They are not mine yet—but I shall win them.

Wangel.

Ours! [Kisses her hands joyfully and quickly.] Oh, I thank you for that word more than I can tell.

Hilda, Ballested, Lyngstrand, Arnholm, and Boletta come from the left into the garden. At the same time a number of young townspeople and summer visitors pass along the footpath.

Hilda.

[Half aloud, to Lyngstrand.] Just look,—don't she and father look like an engaged couple!

Ballested.

[Who has overheard.] It is summer time, little miss.

Arnholm.

[Looks towards Wangel and Ellida.] The English steamer is under way.

Boletta.

[Goes to the fence.] You can see her best from here.

Lyngstrand.

The last trip of the season.