Dread——?
Ellida.
Yes, dread. Such a dread, such a terror, as can arise only from the sea. For now I must tell you, Wangel——
[The young townspeople come back from the left, bow, and go out to the right. With them come Arnholm, Boletta, Hilda, and Lyngstrand.
Boletta.
[As they pass by.] What! Still up here?
Ellida.
Yes, it’s so delightfully cool up here on the heights.
Arnholm.
For our part, we are going down to have a dance.