Oh Wangel—if only I could love you as I gladly would! As tenderly as you deserve! But I feel quite clearly—it will never be.
Wangel.
A divorce then? It is a divorce,—a formal, legal divorce,—that you want?
Ellida.
My dear, you do not understand me at all. It is not the forms that I care about. These external things seem to me to matter nothing. What I wish is that we two should agree, of our own free will, to release each other.
Wangel.
[Bitterly, nods slowly.] To cancel the bargain,—yes.
Ellida.
[Eagerly.] Precisely! To cancel the bargain.
Wangel.