Wangel.
That must be as it may, I say. We will move from here—move seaward somewhere. My mind is made up beyond recall, dear Ellida.
Ellida.
Oh, but what do you suppose we shall gain by that?
Wangel. You will regain your health and peace of mind.
Ellida.
I doubt it. But you yourself! Think of yourself too. What would you gain?
Wangel. I should regain you, my dearest.
Ellida.
But that you cannot do! No, no, you cannot, Wangel! That is just the terrible, the heartbreaking part of it.
Wangel.
That remains to be seen. If you are haunted by such thoughts here, then assuredly there is nothing for it but to get you away from here. And the sooner the better. My mind is made up beyond recall, I tell you.
Ellida.
No! Rather than that,—Heaven help me—I will tell you everything without reserve, exactly as it is.
Wangel.
Yes, yes—do!
