Well, seventeen or eighteen years. I came here with Skive’s[[15]] dramatic company. But we got into financial difficulties; so the company broke up and was scattered to the winds.
Lyngstrand.
But you remained?
Ballested.
I remained. And I have had no cause to regret it. You see in those days I was mainly employed as a scene-painter.
Boletta comes out with a rocking-chair, which she places in the verandah.
Boletta.
[Speaking into the garden-room.] Hilda,—see if you can find the embroidered footstool for father.
Lyngstrand.
[Approaches the verandah and bows.] Good morning, Miss Wangel.