Lyngstrand.
But you remained?
Ballested.
I remained. And I have had no cause to regret it. You see in those days I was mainly employed as a scene-painter.
Boletta comes out with a rocking-chair, which she places in the verandah.
Boletta.
[Speaking into the garden-room.] Hilda,—see if you can find the embroidered footstool for father.
Lyngstrand.
[Approaches the verandah and bows.] Good morning, Miss Wangel.
Boletta.
[By the balustrade.] Ah, is that you, Mr. Lyngstrand? Good morning. Excuse me one moment.
[Goes into the house.
Ballested.
Do you know the family here?
Lyngstrand.
Very slightly. I have met the young ladies once or twice at other houses. And I had a little talk with Mrs Wangel the last time the band played up at the Prospect. She said I might come and see them.
Ballested.
I'll tell you what,—you ought to cultivate their acquaintance.
Lyngstrand.
Yes, I've been thinking of paying them a visit*
