Wangel.
Then you haven’t seen him yet?
Boletta.
No. But he’s sure to look in this forenoon.
Wangel.
Yes, of course he will.
Hilda.
[Drawing him round.] Father you must look about you now.
Wangel.
[Looking towards the verandah.] Yes, yes, my child, I see.—There is quite an air of festivity about the place.