I still to you am something.

Ulr.‍You shall be170

All—all——

Ida.‍And you to me are so already;

But I can wait.

Ulr.‍Dear Ida!

Ida.‍Call me Ida,

Your Ida, for I would be yours, none else's—

Indeed I have none else left, since my poor father—

[She pauses.