Boletta.
But for heaven’s sake don’t let him suspect anything.
Hilda.
Oh, how can you think I would. [In a lower tone.] There!—now Hans has managed to clamber up. Hans——! Can’t you see by the look of him that his name is Hans?
Boletta.
[Whispers.] Do be good now! I warn you!
Lyngstrand enters from the right, a parasol in his hand.
Lyngstrand.
I must beg your pardon, young ladies, for not being able to keep up with you.
Hilda.