Arnholm.
Then what is the use of telling me that you were not free?
Ellida.
[Rises, as if in distress and agitation.] Because I must have some one I can speak to about it. No, no, don’t rise.
Arnholm.
Your husband, then, knows nothing of the matter?
Ellida.
I told him from the first that my thoughts had once been drawn elsewhere. He has never wanted to know more. We have never touched upon the subject since. After all, it was nothing but a piece of madness; and then it all came to an end so quickly. At least,—in a way.
Arnholm.
[Rising.] Only in a way? Not entirely?