Ellida.
[Startled.] Why, Hilda! What is the matter with you?
Hilda.
[Restraining herself.] Oh, nothing at all. [In a low tone, turning from her.] Go by all means!
Boletta.
[Anxiously.] Father, I can see—you are going away too—to Skioldvik!
Wangel.
No, certainly not! I shall perhaps run out now and then——
Boletta.
And home again——?