Ellida. Mr. Lyngstrand, will you wait one moment? (LYNGSTRAND
Stops. ARNHOLM, BOLETTE and HILDE go out. To LYNGSTRAND.) Are you
going to dance too?

Lyngstrand. No, Mrs. Wangel. I don't think I dare.

Ellida. No, you should be careful, you know--your chest. You're
not quite well yet, you see.

Lyngstrand. Not quite.

Ellida (with some hesitation). How long may it be now since you
went on that voyage?

Lyngstrand. That time when I contracted this weakness?

Ellida. Yes, that voyage you told me about this morning?

Lyngstrand. Oh! it's about--wait a moment--yes, it's a good three
years now.

Ellida. Three years, then.

Lyngstrand. Perhaps a little more. We left America in February,
and we were wrecked in March. It was the equinoctial gales we
came in for.

Ellida (looking at WANGEL). So it was at that time--

Wangel. But, dear Ellida--