Boletta.
Won't you sit down?
Ellida.
No thank you; I couldn't sit.
Boletta.
[Moving along the bench.] There's plenty of room.
Ellida.
[Walking about.] No no no, I couldn't sit; I couldn't sit.
Arnholm.
Your walk has surely done you good; it seems to have exhilarated you.
Ellida.
Oh, I feel so thoroughly well. I feel so unspeakably happy! So safe! So safe [Looks out to the left.] What large steamer is that coming in?
Boletta.
[Rises and looks out.] It must be the big English boat.
Arnholm.
They are mooring her to the buoy. Does she generally stop here?
Boletta.
Only for half an hour; she goes farther up the fiord.
Ellida.
And then outward again—to-morrow; out on the great open sea; right over the sea. Think of going with her! If one only could! If one only could!
