them both so distinctly.

Ellida. I, too. (Rises.) Come; let us go in--or, rather, go down
to Wangel. I think it is so suffocatingly hot. (She goes out of
the arbour.)

Lyngstrand (who has also risen). I, for my part, must ask you to
excuse me. This was only to be a short visit because of the
birthday.

Ellida. As you wish. (Holds out her hand to him.) Goodbye, and
thank you for the flowers.

(LYNGSTRAND bows, and goes off through the garden gate.)

Arnholm (rises, and goes up to ELLIDA). I see well enough that
this has gone to your heart, Mrs. Wangel.

Ellida. Yes; you may well say so. Although-

Arnholm. But still--after all, it's no more than you were bound to expect.

Ellida (looks at him surprised). Expect!

Arnholm. Well, so it seems to me.

Ellida. Expect that anyone should come back again!--come to life
again like that!

Arnholm. But what on earth!--is it that mad sculptor's sea story,