Ballested. Well—about seventeen or eighteen years. I came here with Skive's Dramatic Company. But then we got into difficulties, and so the company broke up and dispersed in all directions.
Lyngstrand. But you yourself remained here?
Ballested. I remained, and I've done very well. I was then working chiefly as decorative artist, don't you know.
(BOLETTE comes out with a rocking-chair, which she places on the verandah.)
Bolette (speaking into the room). Hilde, see if you can find the embroidered footstool for father.
Lyngstrand (going up to the verandah, bows). Good-morning, Miss Wangel.
Bolette (by the balustrade). What! Is it you, Mr. Lyngstrand? Good-morning. Excuse me one moment, I'm only—(Goes into room.)
Ballested. Do you know the family?
Lyngstrand. Not well. I've only met the young ladies now and again in company; and I had a chat with Mrs. Wangel the last time we had music up at the "View." She said I might come and see them.
Ballested. Now, do you know, you ought to cultivate their acquaintance.