Ellida. Yes; if I wished to fight against it.
Wangel. Then you do not wish to?
Ellida. Oh! I don't know myself.
Wangel. Tonight all will be decided, dear Ellida—Ellida (bursting out). Yes, think! The decision so near—the decision for one's whole life!
Wangel. And then tomorrow—Ellida. Tomorrow! Perhaps my real future will have been ruined.
Wangel. Your real—Ellida. The whole, full life of freedom lost—lost for me, and perhaps for him also.
Wangel (in a lower tone, seizing her wrist). Ellida, do you love this stranger?
Ellida. Do I? Oh, how can I tell! I only know that to me he is a terror, and that—
Wangel. And that—
Ellida (tearing herself away). And that it is to him I think I belong.