Boletta.
Solemnly. [Changing her tone.] Oh, but what is the use of all this? Nothing can ever come of it.
Lyngstrand.
How can you say that? It would be such a joy to me to know that you were at home here thinking of me.
Boletta.
Yes, but what more?
Lyngstrand.
Well, I am not quite certain about anything more——
Boletta.
Nor I. So many things stand in the way; every possible thing stands in the way, it seems to me.