Ellida.
No, no, no! I couldn't think of it to-day. Won't you sit down for a moment?
Arnholm.
No thank you—not just now. [Looks at Wangel.] I promised the girls I would join them in the garden.
Ellida.
Heavens knows whether you'll find them in the garden. I never know where they may have got to.
Wangel.
Oh yes, they are probably down by the pond.
Arnholm.
I daresay I shall find them.
[He nods and passes across the verandah into the garden, and out to the right.
Ellida.
What o'clock is it, Wangel?
Wangel.
[Looks at his watch.] It's a little past eleven.
Ellida.
A little past; and at eleven or half-past to-*night the steamer will be here. Oh, if it only were over!
Wangel.
[Goes closer to her.] Dear Ellida, there is one thing I should like to ask you about.
