I see you.

Ulr.‍Where?

Ida.‍In sleep—I see him lie

Pale, bleeding, and a man with a raised knife

Beside him.

Ulr.‍But you do not see his face?

Ida (looking at him). No! Oh, my God! do you?

Ulr.‍Why do you ask?

Ida. Because you look as if you saw a murderer!

Ulr. (agitatedly). Ida, this is mere childishness; your weakness200