Wangel. No, I daresay not.
Arnholm.
Oh well,—perhaps Boletta.—Yes, I should have known Boletta.
Wangel.
Scarcely, I think. Let me see, it's eight or nine years since you saw her last. Ah yes, there has been many a change here since then.
Arnholm.
[Looking about him.] I should hardly say so. Except that the trees have grown a bit—and you have planted a new arbour there
Wangel. Oh no, outwardly I daresay.
Arnholm.
[Smiles.] And now, of course, you have two grown-up daughters in the house.
Wangel. Oh, only one grown-up, surely.
Hilda. [Half-aloud.] Just listen to father!
Wangel.
And now suppose we sit in the verandah. It's cooler there than here. Come along.
Arnholm. Thanks, thanks, my dear Doctor.
[They go up the steps. Wangel gives Arnholm the rocking-chair.
