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Ellida. Three years?
Lyngstrand.
Or a little more. We left America in February, and we were wrecked in March. We got into the equinoctial gales.
Ellida. [Looking at Wangel.] You see that was the time
Wangel.
But, my dear Ellida?
Ellida.
Well, don't let us detain you, Mr. Lyngstrand, Go; but don't dance.
Lyngstrand. No, I shall only look on.
[He goes out to the right.
Wangel.
Dear Ellida—why did you cross-question him about that voyage?
Ellida.
Johnston was in the same ship. Of that I am perfectly certain.
Wangel. What makes you think so?
Ellida.
[Without answering.] He came to know, during the voyage, that I had married some one else, while he was away. And then—at the very same moment, this came upon me!
