Wangel. Ah! but I had such a great sin to atone for. I felt I dared not neglect any means that might give the slightest relief to her mind.
Arnholm. How do you really explain the power this stranger exercises over her?
Wangel. Hm—dear friend—there may be sides to the matter that cannot be explained.
Arnholm. Do you mean anything inexplicable in itself—absolutely inexplicable?
Wangel. In any case not explicable as far as we know.
Arnholm. Do you believe there is something in it, then?
Wangel. I neither believe nor deny; I simply don't know. That's why I leave it alone.
Arnholm. Yes. But just one thing: her extraordinary, weird assertion about the child's eyes—
Wangel (eagerly). I don't believe a word about the eyes. I will not believe such a thing. It must be purely fancy on her part, nothing else.
Arnholm. Did you notice the man's eyes when you saw him yesterday?