Lyngstrand.
[Outside, by the hedge.] Good morning.
Ballested.
[Turning round.] Ah—good morning. [Hoists the flag.] So-ho!—up goes the balloon! [Makes the cord fast, and begins to busy himself at the easel.] I take off my hat to you, sir—though I don’t think I have the pleasure——
Lyngstrand.
You are a painter, are you not?
Ballested.
Yes, certainly. Why should I not be a painter?
Lyngstrand.
Ah, I can see you are.—Should you mind my coming in for a moment?