No; now they're going wrong.

Lyngstrand (rising). I'll run down to the turning and call out to
them.

Hilde. You'll have to call out pretty loud.

Bolette. No; it's not worth while. You'll only tire yourself
again.

Lyngstrand. Oh, it's so easy going downhill. (Goes off to the
right.)

Hilde. Down-hill--yes. (Looking after him.) Why, he's actually
jumping! And he never remembers he'll have to come up again.

Bolette. Poor fellow!

Hilde. If Lyngstrand were to propose, would you accept him?

Bolette. Are you quite mad?

Hilde. Of course, I mean if he weren't troubled with that
"weakness." And if he weren't to die so soon, would you have him
then?

Bolette. I think you'd better have him yourself!

Hilde. No, that I wouldn't! Why, he hasn't a farthing. He hasn't
enough even to keep himself.