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Hilda. You'll have to call very loud then.
Boletta.
No, you had better not. You'll only tire yourself again.
Lyngstrand.
Oh, it's so easy going downhill.
[He goes out to the right.
Hilda.
Yes, downhill. [Looks after him.] Now he's jumping too! And it never occurs to him that he will have to come up again.
Boletta. Poor creature!
Hilda.
If Lyngstrand were to propose to you, would you have him?
Boletta. Are you out of your senses?
Hilda.
Oh I mean, of course, if he hadn't this "lesion"—and if he weren't going to die so soon. Would you have him then?
Boletta. I think you had better have him.
Hilda.
No, I'm bothered if I would. He hasn't a rap. He hasn't enough to live upon himself.
