Ellida.
[Leaning back in her chair.] What a strange idea! [Closes her eyes.] Oh, I can see it livingly before my eyes.
Arnholm.
But in the name of all that's wonderful, Mr.—! Mr.—! You said it was to be something out of your own experience?
LYNGSTRAND.
Yes,—this is out of my own experience; in a sense, that's to say.
Arnholm.
You have seen a dead man come?
Lyngstrand.
Well, I don't mean to say I have actually seen it; not outwardly, of course. But all the same
Ellida.
[With animation and eagerness.] Tell me all you know about this! I want to understand it thoroughly.
Arnholm.
[Smiling.] Yes, of course this is quite in your line—anything with the glamour of the sea about it.
Ellida.
How was it then, Mr. Lyngstrand?
Lyngstrand.
Well, you see, when we were starting for home in the brig, from a town they call Halifax, we had to leave our boatswain behind us in the hospital;
