Ellida.
Oh, my dear, you mustn’t think of that! It’s quite impossible. You could never live happily anywhere in the world but here.
Wangel.
That must be as it may. And besides—do you think I can live happily here—without you?
Ellida.
But here I am; and here I will remain. Am I not yours?
Wangel.
Are you mine, Ellida?
Ellida.
Oh, please say no more of that scheme. Here you have all that is life and breath to you. Your whole life-work lies here, and here only.