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Arnholm.
Oh, don't mention it. Pray don't stand on ceremony
Wangel.
Was the water nice and cool to-day?
Ellida.
Cool! Why, the water never is cool here—so tepid and flat. Pah! the water is sickly in here in the fiords.
Arnholm.
Sickly?
Ellida.
Yes, sickly. And I believe it makes one sickly too.
Wangel.
[Smiling.] A nice testimonial for a sea-bathing place.
Arnholm.
I should rather say that you, Mrs. Wangel, stand in a peculiar relation to the sea and all that belongs to it.
Ellida.
Well, you may be right. I almost think so myself. But do you see how the girls have been decorating the place in your honour?
Wangel.
[Embarrassed.] H'm. [Looks at his watch.] I'm afraid I must be going
Arnholm.
Is it really in my honour?
