Lyngstrand.
Most certainly; if he can find some one he really loves
Boletta.
Even then it seems to me that he should rather live for his art alone.
Lyngstrand.
Of course he must; but he can quite well do that even if he marries.
Boletta.
But what about her, then?
Lyngstrand.
Her? Who?
Boletta.
The woman he marries. What is she to live for?
Lyngstrand.
She too must live for his art. I should think that must be such happiness for a woman.
Boletta.
H'm,—I am not so sure
Lyngstrand.
Oh yes, Miss Wangel, believe me. It is not only all the honour and glory she enjoys through him; that, I should say, is almost the least part of it. But that she can help him to create,—that she can lighten his labour by being ever at his side, and tending him, and making life thoroughly comfortable for him. It seems to me that must be such a delight for a woman.
