Wangel.
[Wringing his hands.] And to be powerless to help her! To be at the end of one's resources! To see no sort of remedy:
Arnholm.
What if you made up your mind to a change of residence—to move to some other place, where she might live under conditions that seemed to her more home-like?
Wangel.
My dear fellow, do you think I haven't suggested that to her? I proposed that we should move out to Skioldvik. But she will not.
Arnholm.
Not that either?
Wangel.
No. She thinks it would be useless; and I dare-*say she is right too.
Arnholm.
H'm—do you think so?
Wangel.
Yes; and besides—on considering the matter more closely—I really don't see how I could manage it. I scarcely think I should be justified, on the girls' account, in moving to such an out-of-the-way corner. After all, they must live where there is at least some chance of their one day being able to marry.
Arnholm.
To marry? Have you that so much on your mind already?
