Arnholm.
H’m——[A little more softly.] Have you ever told your husband anything about me? I mean, of course, about the unsuccessful step which—I was once rash enough to take.
Ellida.
No. How can you think I would? I have never said a word to him—about what you allude to.
Arnholm.
I am glad of that. I felt a little embarrassed at the thought that——
Ellida.
You need not at all. I have only told him what is true—that I liked you very much, and that you were the truest and best friend I had out there.
Arnholm.
Thank you for that. But now tell me—why have you never written to me since I left?