What I said just now.
Hilda.
[Looks at him witheringly from top to toe.] I don’t in the least understand you.
Lyngstrand.
No, no. Well, I must bid you good-bye for the present, ladies.
Boletta.
[Comes forward to the steps.] Good-bye, good-bye, Mr. Lyngstrand. You must please excuse us for to-day.—But another time, when you have nothing better to do—and when you feel inclined,—I hope you’ll look in and see father and—and the rest of us.
Lyngstrand.
Many thanks. I shall be only too delighted.
[He bows and goes out by the garden gate. As he passes along the road outside, to the left, he bows again towards the verandah.