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