Oh, you may be sure I soon came to my senses again. I saw how utterly stupid and meaningless the whole thing had been.
Wangel.
But you said something about letters. Did you hear from him afterwards?
Ellida.
Yes, I heard from him. First, I got a line or two from Archangel. He said nothing but that he was going over to America; and he told me where to address an answer.
Wangel.
Did you write?
Ellida.
Immediately. I said, of course, that all must be over between us—that he must never think of me again, as I meant never to think any more of him.
Wangel.