Arnholm.
Of course, I thought that was only a blind on your part. I fancied you were pained by the discovery that a family anniversary was being celebrated without your knowledge—that your husband and his children are living a life of memories in which you have no share.
Ellida.
Oh no, no; that must be as it may. I have no right to claim my husband for myself alone.
Arnholm.
Yet it seems to me you ought to have that right.
Ellida.
Yes; but as a matter of fact I haven’t. That is the thing. I too live a life—in which the others have no part.
Arnholm.
You! [More softly.] Am I to understand that—you—you do not really love your husband?