Ellida.
Oh yes, yes—I have come to love him with my whole heart! And that is just why it is so terrible—so inexplicable—so absolutely inconceivable——!
Arnholm.
Now you must tell me all your troubles without reserve! Will you not, Mrs. Wangel?
Ellida.
I cannot, dear friend—not now, at any rate. Sometime, perhaps.
[Boletta comes out by the verandah, and down into the garden.
Boletta.
Father is coming from the surgery now. Shan’t we all sit together in the garden-room?
Ellida.