BOLETTA.
[Comes forward to the steps.] Good-bye, good-bye, Mr. Lyngstrand. You must please excuse us for to-day.—But another time, when you have nothing better to do—and when you feel inclined,—I hope you'll look in and see father and—and the rest of us.
Lyngstrand.
Many thanks. I shall be only too delighted.
[He bows and goes out by the garden gate. As he passes along the road outside, to the left, he bows again towards the verandah.
Hilda.
[Under her breath.] Adieu, Mossyoo! My love to Mother Jensen.
Boletto[*Boletta].
[Softly, shakes her by the arm.] Hilda! You naughty child! Are you mad? He might easily hear you!
Hilda.
Pooh,—do you think I care?
Boletta. [Looks out to the right.] Here comes father.
Doctor Wangel, in travelling dress, and carrying a hand-bag, comes along the foot-path from the right
Wangel. Well, here I am again, little girls!
[He comes in through the gate
Boletta.
[Goes down to meet him in the garden.] Oh, I'm so glad you have come.
