Wangel.
She is come!
Lyngstrand.
Come like a thief in the night, you might say—softly and noiselessly——
Wangel.
You must take Hilda down to the pier. Make haste! I’m sure she would like to hear the music.
Lyngstrand.
Yes, we were just going, Doctor.
Wangel.
We will perhaps come afterwards. We’ll come presently.