[Looking about him.] I should hardly say so. Except that the trees have grown a bit—and you have planted a new arbour there——
Wangel.
Oh no, outwardly I daresay.
Arnholm.
[Smiles.] And now, of course, you have two grown-up daughters in the house.
Wangel.
Oh, only one grown-up, surely.
Hilda.
[Half-aloud.] Just listen to father!
Wangel.