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Hilda.
[Mutters.] The beast!
Wangel.
[In painful embarrassment, to Ellida.] H'm. Well, you see—I must tell you, my darling Ellida
Ellida.
[Interrupting.] Come along, girls! Let us put my flowers in water, with the others.
[She goes up on to the verandah.
BOLETTA.
[Softly to Hilda.] She is really good after all, you see.
Hilda.
[Half aloud, looking angry.] Monkey-tricks! She's only putting it on to please father.
Wangel.
[Up on the verandah, presses Ellida's hand.] Thank you—thank you! I thank you from my heart for this, Ellida.
Ellida.
[Arranging the flowers.] Oh, nonsense,—why should I not join with you in keeping—mother's birthday?
Arnholm.
H'm!
[He goes up to Wangel and Ellida. Boletta and Hilda remain below in the garden.
