up. Hans! Can't you see by the look of him that his name is Hans?
Boletta.
[Whispers.] Do be good now! I warn you!
Lyngstrand enters from the right, a parasol in his hand.
Lyngstrand.
I must beg your pardon, young ladies, for not being able to keep up with you.
Hilda.
So you have got a parasol now?
Lyngstrand.
It's your mother's. She said I might use it for a stick, as I hadn't brought one with me.
Boletta.
Are they still down there? Father and the others?
Lyngstrand.
Yes. Your father went into the restaurant for a moment, and the others are sitting outside listening to the music; but they'll come up by-and-by, your mother said.
Hilda.
[Who is standing looking at him.] I suppose you are very tired now?
Lyngstrand.
Yes, I almost think I am a little tired. I really believe I must sit down a bit.
[He seats himself on a stone, in front to the right.
