Arnholm.
No, unfortunately—I suppose there is not. But have you ever talked to him about this? Put serious pressure on him, I mean?
Boletta.
No, I can’t say that I have.
Arnholm.
Well now really, Boletta, you ought to do so, before it is too late. Why don’t you?
Boletta.
Oh, because there is no real energy in me either, I suppose. I probably take after father in that.
Arnholm.
H’m—I wonder whether you don’t do yourself injustice there?