Hilda.
[Under her breath.] Adieu, Mossyoo! My love to Mother Jensen.
Bolleta[Bolleta].
[Softly, shakes her by the arm.] Hilda——! You naughty child! Are you mad? He might easily hear you!
Hilda.
Pooh,—do you think I care?
Boletta.
[Looks out to the right.] Here comes father.
Doctor Wangel, in travelling dress, and carrying a hand-bag, comes along the foot-path from the right.
Wangel.