Wangel.
Inexplicable for the present, at any rate.
Arnholm.
Do you believe in such things?
Wangel.
I neither believe nor disbelieve. I simply do not know. So I suspend my judgment.
Arnholm.
But tell me one thing: that strange, uncanny idea of hers about the child's eyes
Wangel.
[Eagerly.] I don't in the least believe that about the eyes! I will not believe any such thing! It must be pure imagination on her part; nothing else.
Arnholm.
Did you notice the man's eyes when you saw him yesterday?
Wangel.
Yes, certainly I did.
Arnholm.
And you found no sort of likeness?
Wangel.
Evasively.] H'm—upon my soul I don't know what to say. It was not quite light when I saw him; and besides, Ellida had talked so much about this likeness beforehand—I don't think it was possible for me to observe him without any bias.
