Ellida.
Well? well?
Lyngstrand.
When all of a sudden, I heard him give a kind of a roar; and when I looked at him I saw that his face was as white as chalk. Then he set to work to crumple and crush the paper up, and tear it into a thousand little pieces; but that he did quietly, quietly.
Ellida.
Did he say nothing at all? Did he not speak?
Lyngstrand.
Not at first. But presently he said, as if to himself: “Married—to another man—while I was away.”
Ellida.
[Shuts her eyes, and says half to herself:] Did he say that?