Ellida.
[Warmly and cordially.] Yes, indeed he is!
Arnholm.
——but he must be so utterly different from you, I should think.
Ellida.
You are right there too; we are different.
Arnholm.
Well then, how did it come about? How was it?
Ellida.
You mustn’t ask me, my dear Arnholm. I shouldn’t be able to explain it to you. And even if I did, you could never really understand a word of my explanation.