Bolette (in a low voice, shaking her arm). Hilde! You naughty
child! Are you quite crazy? He might have heard you.

Hilde. Pshaw! Do you think I care about that?

Bolette (looking out to the right). Here's father!

(WANGEL, in travelling dress and carrying a small bag, comes from the
footpath.)

Wangel. See! I'm back again, little girls! (He enters through the
garden gate.)

Bolette (going towards him at the bottom of the garden). Oh! It
is delightful that you've come!

Hilde (also going up to him). Now have you got off for the whole
day, father?

Wangel. Oh! no. I must go down to the office for a little while
presently. I say--do you know if Arnholm has come?

Bolette. Yes; he arrived in the night. We sent to the hotel to
enquire.

Wangel. Then you've not seen him yet?

Bolette. No; but he's sure to come here this morning.