Wangel. Something quite simple. We are going away.

Ellida. Going away?

Wangel. Yes. Somewhere by the open sea--a place where you can
find a true home, after your own heart.

Ellida. Oh, dear, do not think of that! That is quite impossible.
You can live happily nowhere on earth but here!

Wangel. That must be as it may. And, besides, do you think I can
live happily here--without you?

Ellida. But I am here. And I will stay here. You have me.

Wangel. Have I, Ellida?

Ellida. Oh! don't speak of all this. Why, here you have all that
you love and strive for. All your life's work lies here.

Wangel. That must be as it may, I tell you. We are going away
from here--are going somewhere--out there. That is quite settled
now, dear Ellida.

Ellida. What do you think we should gain by that?

Wangel. You would regain your health and peace of mind.

Ellida. Hardly. And then you, yourself! Think of yourself, too!
What of you?