You are wrong, dear! This thing that has come over me—oh, I don’t think it can ever be understood.
Wangel.
[Looks at her, pained.] To think that for all these three years your heart has been given to another man. To another! Not to me,—but to another!
Ellida.
Oh, you utterly misunderstand me. I love no one but you.
Wangel.
[In a low tone.] How is it, then, that for all that time you have refused to live with me as my wife?
Ellida.
That is because of the dread the strange man has cast over me.
Wangel.