Boletta.
Well, Ballested,—can you get it to run?
Ballested.
Oh yes, Miss Boletta. It's easy enough.—May I ask if you are expecting visitors to-day?
Boletta.
Yes, we expect Mr. Arnholm this morning. He came to town last night.
Ballested.
Arnholm? Wait a moment—wasn't Arnholm the name of the tutor you had here some years ago?
Boletta.
Yes; it is he that is coming.
Ballested.
Ah, indeed. So he is in these parts again?
Boletta.
That is why we want the flag run up.
Ballested.
Ah, I see, I see.
[Boletta goes into the garden-room again.
Shortly afterwards, Lyngstrand comes along the road from the right, and stops, interested by the sight of the easel and painter's materials. He is a slightly-built young man, of delicate appearance, poorly but neatly dressed.
Lyngstrand.
[Outside, by the hedge.] Good morning.
