Ellida.
[Smiles.] But, my dear Mr. Lyngstrand, ought you not to give your beautiful flowers to Mr. Arnholm himself? For it’s in his honour that——
Lyngstrand.
[Looks in bewilderment from one to the other.] I beg your pardon—I don’t know this gentleman. It’s only——. I meant them for a birthday gift, Mrs. Wangel.
Ellida.
A birthday gift? Then you have made a mistake, Mr. Lyngstrand. To-day is not the birthday of any one in this house.
Lyngstrand.
[Smiling quietly.] Oh, I know all about it. But I didn’t know it was such a secret.
Ellida.
What is it you know?