Boletta.
Yes, yes; let us hope you will.
Lyngstrand.
You may be quite sure of it—if only you think faithfully and warmly of me while I am away in the South. And that you have promised to do.
Boletta.
Yes, I have. [Shakes her head.] But nothing will ever come of this, all the same.
Lyngstrand.
Yes, Miss Boletta, this at least will come of it, that I shall make the easier and quicker progress with my group.
Boletta.
Do you think so?
Lyngstrand.
Yes, I feel it within me. And I think it will be stimulating for you too,—here in this out-of-the-way place—to know that you are, as it were, helping me to create.
Boletta. [Looks at him.] Well—but you, on your side?
Lyngstrand. I?
Boletta.
[Looks out towards the garden.] Hush! Let us talk of something else; here comes Mr. Arnholm. [Arnholm is seen in the garden, on the left. He stops and speaks to Ballested and Hilda.
