[Ellida, with a shawl over her head, comes in from the left, followed by Dr. Wangel.
Wangel.
But, my dear Ellida, I assure you there is ample time.
Ellida.
No, no,—there is not! He may come at any moment.
Ballested.
[Outside, by the garden fence.] Ah, good evening, Doctor! Good evening, Mrs. Wangel!
Wangel.
[Notices him.] Oh, are you there? Is there to be music to-night again?
Ballested.