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Arnholm.
By all means, my dear Boletta.
[Hilda and Lyngstrand appear beside the pond.
Hilda.
Hi! Hi! Won't you condescend to wait for us?
Arnholm.
Boletta and I would rather go on ahead.
[He and Boletta go out to the left.
Lyngstrand.
[Laughs quietly.]. It is quite amusing here just now; everybody goes in couples; always two and two together.
Hilda.
[Looks after them.] I could almost swear that he is making love to her.
Lyngstrand.
Really? Have you seen anything to make you think so?
Hilda.
Oh yes. It's easy to see it—if you keep your eyes about you.
Lyngstrand.
But Miss Boletta will not have him. I am sure of that.
Hilda.
No. She thinks he looks so frightfully old; and she's afraid he'll soon be bald too.
