Arnholm.
[Looking doubtfully at him.] Have you any particular reason to think so?
Wangel. Yes, certainly I have.
Ellida's Voice.
[Heard without, in the garden to the right.] Are you there, Wangel?
Wangel. [Rising.] Yes, dear.
Mrs. Wangel, with a large light cloak round her, and with wet hair hanging loose over her shoulders, comes from among the trees beside the arbour. Arnholm rises.
Wangel.
[Smiling and stretching out his hands towards her.] Ah, here comes the mermaid!
Ellida.
[Hastens up to the verandah and seizes his hands.] Thank heaven, you're safe home again! When did you come?
Wangel.
Just now—a few moments ago. [Points to Arnholm.] But have you nothing to say to an old acquaintance?
Ellida.
[Holds out her hand to Arnholm.] So you have really come then? Welcome! And forgive my not being at home
