Wangel.
[Looks intently at her.] Now think a little, dear Ellida. Perhaps you cannot remember now what he looked like when you parted from him at Bratthammer?
Ellida.
[Reflectively, closing her eyes for a moment.] Not quite distinctly. No—I can’t at all to-day. Isn’t that strange?
Wangel.
Not so very strange. A new and real figure has presented itself to you, and that obscures the old one—so that you can no longer see it.
Ellida.
Do you think so, Wangel?
Wangel.
Yes; and it obscures your morbid illusions too; so it is a good thing the reality has shown itself.