Ballested.
[Turning round.] Ah—good morning. [Hoists the flag.] So-ho!—up goes the balloon! [Makes the cord fast, and begins to busy himself at the easel.] I take off my hat to you, sir—though I don't think I have the pleasure
Lyngstrand.
You are a painter, are you not?
Ballested.
Yes, certainly. Why should I not be a painter?
Lyngstrand.
Ah, I can see you are.—Should you mind my coming in for a moment?
Ballested.
Do you want to have a look at it?
Lyngstrand.
Yes, I should like to extremely.
Ballested.
Oh there's nothing much to see as yet. But pray come in—you're quite welcome.
Lyngstrand.
Many thanks.
[He comes in through the garden gate.
Ballested.
[Painting.] It's the inner part of the fiord, among the islands, that I am working at.
Lyngstrand.
Yes, I see.
