I think not. You must go of your own free will. You see, Papa might urge you to go. And then it would not be altogether your own will that sent you, would it? It would be partly his.
Mrs. Wangel.
So it would.
Hilda.
Isn’t it splendid to think of your going away with him to-night, quite, quite away, across the sea?
Mrs. Wangel.
[Doubtfully.] Yes.
Hilda.
You know you always like the sea. You talk so much about it. It allures you, you know.