[Clasping her hands.] Oh how glorious——! But all this is utterly impossible. If father neither will nor can——There is no one else in the whole world that I can turn to.
Arnholm.
Could you not let your old—your former tutor come to your aid?
Boletta.
You, Mr. Arnholm? Would you really——?
Arnholm.
Stand by you? Yes, with the greatest of pleasure, both in word and deed; that you may rely upon. Do you accept my offer then? Tell me! Do you consent?
Boletta.
Do I consent? To leave home—to see the world—to learn something really worth knowing—to do everything that has seemed to me most delightful and impossible——?
Arnholm.