Wangel.
That's right. Now you shall just sit quiet and have a good rest. You are looking rather tired after your journey.
Arnholm.
Oh, that's nothing. Now that I am here again
Boletta.
[To Wangel.] Shall we bring a little soda-water and syrup into the garden-room? It will soon be too warm out here.
Wangel.
Yes do, little girls. Soda-water and syrup. And perhaps a little cognac.
Boletta.
Cognac too?
Wangel.
Just a little. In case any one should care for it.
Boletta.
Very well. Hilda, will you take the hand-bag down to the surgery?
[Boletta goes into the garden-room and closes the door after her. Hilda takes the bag and, going through the garden, disappears behind the house to the left.
Arnholm.
[Who has been following Boletta with his eyes.] What a splendid girl—what splendid girls they have grown into!
Wangel. [Seats himself.] Yes, don't you think so?
