And what of me?—What do you think of my life without you? No, love!—we will cling to each other and never let go, close, close, and however long it lasts—
William.
Yes, yes! but supposing anything were to happen?
Ida.
Oh, don’t speak like that!
William.
I only mean—one can never tell—one of us might die.
Ida.
Ah, we are young.
William.