Arnholm.
Do you really think so?
Boletta.
Yes, I can’t get rid of the idea. She is so strange at times. [Vehemently.] But it does seem hard, does it not, that I should have to stay on at home here? It does not in reality help father at all; and I can’t but feel that I have duties towards myself too.
Arnholm.
I’ll tell you what, my dear Boletta,—we must talk all this over more thoroughly.
Boletta.
Oh, that won’t help much; I daresay I was created to pass my life here in the carp-pond.
Arnholm.
Not at all. It depends entirely upon yourself.