Lyngstrand. Yes; your father looked in at the restaurant for a
moment, and the others are sitting out there listening to the
music. But they were coming up here presently, your mother said.

Hilde (stands looking at him). I suppose you're thoroughly tired
out now?

Lyngstrand. Yes; I almost think I'm a little tired now. I really
believe I shall have to sit down a moment. (He sits on one of the
stones in the foreground.)

Hilde (standing in front of him). Do you know there's to be
dancing down there on the parade?

Lyngstrand. Yes; I heard there was some talk about it.

Hilde. I suppose you think dancing's great fun?

Bolette (who begins gathering small flowers among the heather).
Oh, Hilde! Now do let Mr. Lyngstrand get his breath.

Lyngstrand (to HILDE). Yes, Miss Hilde; I should very much like
to dance--if only I could.

Hilde. Oh, I see! Haven't you ever learnt?

Lyngstrand. No, I've not. But it wasn't that I meant. I meant I
couldn't because of my chest.