Ellida.
Just as I saw him last.
Wangel.
Ten years ago?
Ellida.
Yes. Out at Bratthammer. I see his scarf-pin most distinctly of all, with a large, bluish-white pearl in it. That pearl is like a dead fish’s eye. And it seems to glare at me.
Wangel.
Good God——! You are more ill than I thought; more ill than you know yourself, Ellida.
Ellida.
Yes, yes,—help me if you can! For I feel it closing round me more and more.