Ida. I like that name still worse.—Would we had ne'er
Been aught of kindred!
Ulr. (gloomily).Would we never had!
Ida. Oh, heavens! and can you wish that?
Ulr.Dearest Ida!
Did I not echo your own wish?
Ida.Yes, Ulric,
But then I wished it not with such a glance,
And scarce knew what I said; but let me be
Sister, or cousin, what you will, so that