Boletta.
If she goes home to Skioldvik to-morrow, she will certainly never come back again.
Arnholm.
Why, my dear Boletta, what have you got into your head?
Boletta.
I am perfectly convinced of it. Just you wait! You shall see—she won't return. Not while Hilda and I are at home, at any rate.
Arnholm.
Hilda too?
Boletta.
Well, perhaps Hilda might not matter so much. She is hardly more than a child yet; and I believe in her heart she worships Ellida. But with me it is different, you see; a stepmother who is not so very much older than oneself
Arnholm.
My dear Boletta—you may not have so very long to wait before leaving home.
Boletta.
[Eagerly.] Do you think so? Have you spoken to father about it?
Arnholm.
Yes, I have done that too.
Boletta.
Well—and what did he say?
