Lyngstrand.
Yes; it will pass off.
Boletta.
[With flowers in her hand.] Look at these, Mr. Lyngstrand—here is one for your button-hole.
Lyngstrand.
Oh, a thousand thanks, Miss Wangel! You are really too kind.
Hilda.
[Looking down the hill to the right.] Here they are, coming up the path.
Boletta.
[Also looking down.] I hope they know where to turn off. No, they are going the wrong way.