[Musing, without listening to him.] When he has been here—to-morrow night——? And when he has gone away in the steamer, over the sea——?
Wangel.
Well, what then?
Ellida.
I wonder whether he will never—never come again?
Wangel.
No, dear Ellida, you may feel absolutely secure on that point. What could he do here after this? He has heard now, from your own lips, that you will have nothing to do with him. That ends the whole thing.
Ellida.
[To herself.] To-morrow then—or never.
Wangel.