Lyngstrand. Well, you know that I set out in a month. First from here, and then, of course, I'm going south.
Bolette. Oh, I see! Of course.
Lyngstrand. Will you think of me sometimes, then, Miss Wangel?
Bolette. Yes, gladly.
Lyngstrand (pleased). No, promise!
Bolette. I promise.
Lyngstrand. By all that is sacred, Miss Bolette?
Bolette. By all that is sacred. (In a changed manner.) Oh, but what can come of it all? Nothing on earth can come of it!
Lyngstrand. How can you say that! It would be so delightful for me to know you were at home here thinking of me!
Bolette. Well, and what else?