Ellida.
I thought it might perhaps be painful to you to hear from one who—who could not meet your wishes. It would have been like opening an old wound, I thought.
Arnholm.
H’m—— Well, well, I daresay you were right.
Ellida.
But why did you never write?
Arnholm.
[Looks at her and smiles half reproachfully.] I? I begin? And perhaps be suspected of wishing to reopen the attack? After meeting with such a rebuff?
Ellida.
Oh no, I can understand that too.—Have you never thought of forming some other tie?