Boletta.
Did you get in a word with him about me and my affairs?
Arnholm.
No, my dear Boletta. I could not manage it; he was so absorbed in something else.
Boletta. [Sighs.] Ah yes,—he always is.
Arnholm.
[Looking significantly at her.] But remember, you and I are to have another talk about these things, presently.—Where is your father now? Has he gone out?
Boletta.
I think he must be down at the surgery. I'll go and fetch him.
Arnholm.
No thank you, don't do that. I would rather go down to him.
Boletta.
[Listening to the left.] Wait a moment, Mr. Arnholm. I think I hear father coming downstairs. Yes. He must have been up attending to her.
Dr. Wangel enters by the door on the left.
Wangel.
[Holds out his hand to Arnholm.] Ah, my dear friend, are you here already? It's good of
