Boletta.
That I might—perhaps agree to—what—what you proposed to me.
Arnholm.
Do you mean that perhaps you might? That at least you would grant me the happiness of coming to your aid as a faithful friend?
Boletta.
No, no, no! Never that! That would be absolutely impossible now. No—Mr. Arnholm—I had rather you should take me
Arnholm.
Boletta! Will you!
Boletta.
Yes,—I think—I will.
Arnholm.
You will be my wife?
Boletta.
Yes; if you still think you—ought to take me.
Arnholm.
If I think! [Seizes her hand.] Oh thanks, thanks, Boletta! What you have been saying—your hesitation at first—that does not alarm me. If I do not fully possess your heart as yet, I shall know how to win it. Oh Boletta, how I will treasure you!
Boletta.
And I am to see the world; to take part in its life; you have promised me that.
