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Boletta.
Oh, you don't realise how selfish you are!
Lyngstrand.
Am I selfish? Good heavens! Oh, if you only knew me a little better. [Bends forward towards her.] Miss Wangel,—when I am gone,—and I shall be soon
Boletta.
[Looks at him sympathetically.] Oh don't get such melancholy thoughts into your head.
Lyngstrand.
I don't see that it is so very melancholy.
Boletta.
How do you mean?
Lyngstrand.
I shall be starting in about a month, first for home, and soon afterwards for the South.
Boletta.
Oh, I see. Yes, yes.
Lyngstrand.
Will you think of me now and then, Miss Wangel?
Boletta.
Yes, gladly.
Lyngstrand.
[Joyfully.] Oh, do you promise me that?
Boletta.
Yes, I promise.
