Arnholm. Now you must and shall confide all your troubles to me.
Will you, Mrs. Wangel?

Ellida. I cannot, dear friend. Not now, in any case. Later,
perhaps.

(BOLETTE comes out into the verandah, and goes down into the
garden.)

Bolette. Father's coming up from the office. Hadn't we better all
of us go into the sitting-room?

Ellida. Yes, let us.

(WANGEL, in other clothes, comes with HILDE from behind the
house.)

Wangel. Now, then, here I am at your service. And now we shall
enjoy a good glass of something cool.

Ellida. Wait a moment. (She goes into the arbour and fetches the
bouquet.)

Hilde. I say! All those lovely flowers! Where did you get them?

Ellida. From the sculptor, Lyngstrand, my dear Hilde.

Hilde (starts). From Lyngstrand?

Bolette (uneasily). Has Lyngstrand been here again?