Arnholm (quickly). Well?
Bolette (looking at him hesitatingly). Perhaps it might not be so impossible after all.
Arnholm. What, Bolette?
Bolette. Perhaps it might be possible—to accept—what you proposed to me.
Arnholm. Do you mean that, after all, you might be willing to—that at all events you could give me the happiness of helping you as a steadfast friend?
Bolette. No, no, no! Never that, for that would be utterly impossible now. No—Mr. Arnholm—rather take me.
Arnholm. Bolette! You will?
Bolette. Yes, I believe I will.
Arnholm. And after all you will be my wife?
Bolette. Yes; if you still think that—that you will have me.