ACT THIRD
A remote corner of Dr. Wangel's garden. The place is damp, marshy, and overshadowed by large old trees. To the right is seen the edge of a stagnant pond. A low open fence divides the garden from the footpath and fiord in the background. In the farthest distance, beyond the fiord, mountain ranges rise into peaks. It is late afternoon, almost evening.
Boletta sits sewing upon a stone seat to the left. On the seat lie a couple of books and a work basket. Hilda and Lyngstrand, both with fishing-tackle, stand by the edge of the pond.
Hilda.
[Makes a sign to Lyngstrand.] Stand still. I see a big one there.
Lyngstrand. [Looking.] Where is it?
Hilda.
[Points.] Can't you see—down there. And look! I declare there's another! [Looks away through the trees.] Ugh—there he comes to frighten them away!
Boletta. [Looks up.] Who is coming?
