Arnholm.
But, my dear Boletta, you will have to leave him some time, in any case; and since that is so, why delay——?
Boletta.
Yes, I suppose there is nothing else for it. Of course I ought to think of myself too, and try to find a position of some sort. When once father is gone I shall have no one to depend on.—But poor father,—I dread the thought of leaving him.
Arnholm.
Dread——?
Boletta.
Yes, for his own sake.
Arnholm.
But, bless me, what about your stepmother? She will still be with him.