Did you get in a word with him about me and my affairs?
Arnholm.
No, my dear Boletta. I could not manage it; he was so absorbed in something else.
Boletta.
[Sighs.] Ah yes,—he always is.
Arnholm.
[Looking significantly at her.] But remember, you and I are to have another talk about these things, presently.—Where is your father now? Has he gone out?
Boletta.
I think he must be down at the surgery. I’ll go and fetch him.
Arnholm.