then?

Ellida. Oh, dear Arnholm, perhaps it isn't so mad after all!

Arnholm. Is it that nonsense about the dead man that has moved
you so? And I who thought that--

Ellida. What did you think?

Arnholm. I naturally thought that was only a make-believe of
yours. And that you were sitting here grieving because you had
found out a family feast was being kept secret; because your
husband and his children live a life of remembrances in which you
have no part.

Ellida. Oh! no, no! That may be as it may. I have no right to
claim my husband wholly and solely for myself.

Arnholm. I should say you had.

Ellida. Yes. Yet, all the same, I have not. That is it. Why, I,
too, live in something from which they are shut out.

Arnholm. You! (In lower tone.) Do you mean?--you, you do not
really love your husband!

Ellida. Oh! yes, yes! I have learnt to love him with all my
heart! And that's why it is so terrible-so inexplicable--so
absolutely inconceivable!