first marriage. It had been so happy, you said.

Wangel. And so it was.

Ellida. Yes, yes! I am sure of that, dear! It is not for that I
am referring to it now. I only want to remind you that I, on my
side, was frank with you. I told you quite openly that once in my
life I had cared for another. That there had been a--a kind of
engagement between us.

Wangel. A kind of--

Ellida. Yes, something of the sort. Well, it only lasted such a
very short time. He went away; and after that I put an end to it.
I told you all that.

Wangel. Why rake up all this now? It really didn't concern me;
nor have I once asked you who he was!

Ellida. No, you have not. You are always so thoughtful for me.

Wangel (smiling). Oh, in this case I could guess the name well
enough for myself.

Ellida. The name?

Wangel. Out in Skjoldviken and thereabouts there weren't many to
choose from; or, rather, there was only a single one.

Ellida. You believe it was Arnholm!