Arnholm. Ah!—really?
Wangel. Tomorrow Ellida is going away to Skjoldviken for a time.
Bolette. Going away?
Arnholm. Now, look here, that's very sensible, Mrs. Wangel.
Wangel. Ellida wants to go home again—home to the sea.
Hilde (springing towards ELLIDA). You are going away—away from us?
Ellida (frightened). Hilde! What is the matter?
Hilde (controlling herself). Oh, it's nothing. (In a low voice, turning from her.) Are only you going?
Bolette (anxiously). Father—I see it—you, too, are going—to Skjoldviken!
Wangel. No, no! Perhaps I shall run out there every now and again.