Ellida.
[Hastily] What makes you think that?
Lyngstrand.
We were shipwrecked afterwards in the Channel, you know. I got off in the long-boat with the captain and five others; but the mate went in the dingey, and with him was the American and one man besides.
Ellida.
And nothing has been heard of them since?
Lyngstrand.
No, not a word, Mrs. Wangel. My patron wrote me so, only the other day. And that is the very reason I am so anxious to make a group of it. I can see the sailor's faithless wife so life-like before me; and then the avenger, who is drowned, but nevertheless comes home from sea. I have them both before my eyes as distinctly as possible.
Ellida.
So have I. [Rising.] Come,—let us go in. Or rather down to Wangel! It seems to me so stifling here. [She comes out of arbour.
Lyngstrand.
[Who has also risen.] I think I must be going now. I only just looked in to wish you many happy returns of the day.
Ellida.
Well, if you must go[Holds out her hand.] Good-bye, and thanks for the flowers.
[Lyngstrand bows and goes through the garden gate, out to the left.
