I myself will be your teacher, as in the old days, Boletta. Think of the last year you were my pupil——
Boletta.
[In quiet self-absorption.] Fancy,—to know oneself free—to go out into the unknown world! And then to have no care for the future; no constant fears about miserable money——
Arnholm.
No, you shall never have to waste a thought on such things. And, my dear Boletta, that is a good thing too, in its way—isn’t it now?
Boletta.
Yes, it is indeed. I know it is.
Arnholm.
[Putting his arm round her waist.] Oh you shall see how cosily and comfortably we will arrange our life! And what peace and confidence there will be between us, Boletta!
Boletta.