Hilda.
I wouldn’t mind about that if I were you. I’d go down to the ship just as I was, slip on board without being noticed, and hide until I was well outside the fiord and began to feel the real sea heaving under me!
Mrs. Wangel.
[Nervously.] Shall I like that?
Hilda.
Of course you will. It’s your native element, you know. You always said so. Before you’ve been on it half an hour you’ll wish you were overboard, you’ll like the sea so!
Mrs. Wangel.
[Fired by this vicarious enthusiasm.] I shall, I know I shall. He will be there too! And he’s so frightfully alluring. I must go at once.
[Exit hurriedly by the garden gate.
Hilda.