Lyngstrand.

[To Hilda.] Yes, Miss Hilda, I should like very much to dance—if only I could.

Hilda.

Oh I see; you have never learned.

Lyngstrand.

No, I haven’t. But that was not what I meant. I meant that I can’t dance on account of my chest.

Hilda.

On account of that “lesion” you spoke of?

Lyngstrand.

Yes, that’s it.