Ellida.
[Imploringly, shrinking away.] Oh, do not touch me!
The Stranger.
I give you till to-morrow night to think it over——
Wangel.
There is nothing to think over. Leave this place at once!
The Stranger.
[Still to Ellida.] I am going up the fiord in the steamer now; to-morrow night I shall return, and then I will see you again. You must wait for me here in the garden; for I prefer to settle the matter with you alone, you understand.
Ellida.
[Softly and trembling.] Oh, do you hear that, Wangel?