Would that please you?
Lyngstrand.
I don’t quite know. Yes, I almost think so. But now—for this summer—I prefer you to be like yourself alone—just exactly as you are.
Hilda.
Do you like me best so?
Lyngstrand.
Yes, I like you exceedingly as you are.
Hilda.
H’m,—tell me,—as an artist—do you think I do right in always wearing light summer dresses?
Lyngstrand.