Well because,—because I don’t think much would come of his art in any case.—Let us go before they come.
Arnholm.
By all means, my dear Boletta.
[Hilda and Lyngstrand appear beside the pond.
Hilda.
Hi! Hi! Won’t you condescend to wait for us?
Arnholm.
Boletta and I would rather go on ahead.
[He and Boletta go out to the left.
Lyngstrand.