Hilda.
Why, of course we do, father!
Wangel.
H’m—yes. But you see——
Boletta.
[Nodding and smiling to him.] Of course you understand that it’s all in honour of Mr. Arnholm. When such an old friend comes to pay his first visit to you——
Hilda.
[Smiling and shaking him.] Remember—wasn’t he Boletta’s tutor, father?
Wangel.
[Half smiling.] You are a pair of young rogues.—Well well,—after all, it’s only natural that we should remember her who is no longer among us. But all the same——. Look here, Hilda. [Gives her his hand-bag.] This must go down to the surgery.—No, little girls,—I don’t like all this—the manner of it, I mean. That we should make a practice every year of——. Well, what can one say? I suppose there is no other way of doing it.