So you have got a parasol now?
Lyngstrand.
It’s your mother’s. She said I might use it for a stick, as I hadn’t brought one with me.
Boletta.
Are they still down there? Father and the others?
Lyngstrand.
Yes. Your father went into the restaurant for a moment, and the others are sitting outside listening to the music; but they’ll come up by-and-by, your mother said.
Hilda.
[Who is standing looking at him.] I suppose you are very tired now?
Lyngstrand.