I am too restless to keep still! Let me cry here to my heart's content! [Weeps on ADELAIDE'S neck.]
ADELAIDE (tenderly).
Poor child! The bad men have been very cruel to you. It's all right for you to grieve, darling, but don't be so still and resigned!
IDA.
I have but the one thought: he is lost to me—lost forever!
ADELAIDE.
You are a dear good girl. But be reassured! You haven't lost him at all. On the contrary, we'll see to it that you get him back better than ever. With blushing cheeks and bright eyes he shall reappear to you, the noble man, your chosen demigod—and your pardon the demigod shall ask for having caused you pain!—
IDA (looking up at her).
What are you telling me?