Wangel.
And you have been in this state for three whole years. You have suffered this secret anguish without confiding in me!
Ellida.
Oh I could not! Not till now, when it became necessary for your own sake. If I had told you all this—then I must also have told you—the unspeakable.
Wangel.
The unspeakable——?
Ellida.
[Evasively.] No, no, no! Do not ask! Only one thing more, and I have done.—Wangel—how shall we fathom the mystery—of the child’s eyes——?
Wangel.
My own dear Ellida, I assure you it was pure imagination on your part. The child had exactly the same eyes as other normal children.