"Henrik Ibsen - The Lady From The Sea" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ibsen Henrik)

Hilde. What Mrs. Jensen's?

Lyngstrand. The midwife.

Hilde. Excuse me, Mr. Lyngstrand, but I really have other matters
to attend to-

Lyngstrand. Oh! I'm sure I ought not to have said that.

Hilde. Said what?

Lyngstrand. What I said.

Hilde (looking contemptuously at him). I don't understand you in
the least.

Lyngstrand. No, no. But I must say goodbye for the present.

Bolette (comes forward to the steps). Good-bye, good-bye, Mr.
Lyngstrand. You must excuse us now. But another day--when you've
plenty of time--and inclination--you really must come in and see
father and the rest of us.

Lyngstrand. Yes; thanks, very much. I shall be delighted. (Bows,
and goes out through the garden gate. As he goes along the road
he bows again towards the verandah.)

Hilde (in low voice). Adieu, Monsieur! Please remember me to
Mother Jensen.

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?