[Heard without, in the garden to the right.] Are you there, Wangel?
Wangel.
[Rising.] Yes, dear.
Mrs. Wangel, with a large light cloak round her, and with wet hair hanging loose over her shoulders, comes from among the trees beside the arbour. Arnholm rises.
Wangel.
[Smiling and stretching out his hands towards her.] Ah, here comes the mermaid!
Ellida.
[Hastens up to the verandah and seizes his hands.] Thank heaven, you’re safe home again! When did you come?
Wangel.
Just now—a few moments ago. [Points to Arnholm.] But have you nothing to say to an old acquaintance——?