Arnholm.
And I hold to it.
Boletta.
And I am to learn everything I want to.
Arnholm.
I myself will be your teacher, as in the old days, Boletta. Think of the last year you were my pupil
Boletta.
[In quiet self-absorption.] Fancy,—to know oneself free—to go out into the unknown world! And then to have no care for the future; no constant fears about miserable money
Arnholm.
No, you shall never have to waste a thought on such things. And, my dear Boletta, that is a good thing too, in its way—isn't it now?
Boletta.
Yes, it is indeed. I know it is.
Arnholm.
[Putting his arm round her waist.] Oh you shall see how cosily and comfortably we will arrange our life! And what peace and confidence there will be between us, Boletta!
Boletta.
Yes, I begin to. I really think—that we ought to get on together. [Looks out to the right, and hurriedly disengages herself.] Ah! Please don't say anything about it!
