Wangel.
I begin to understand you—by degrees. You think and conceive in images—in visible pictures. Your longing and yearning for the sea—the fascination that he—the stranger—possessed for you—must have been the expression of an awakening and growing need for freedom within you—nothing else.
Ellida.
Oh, I don't know what to say to that. But you have been a good physician for me. You found,—and you had the courage to use,—the right remedy—the only one that could help me.
Wangel.
Yes, in the last extremity of danger, we physicians have courage for much.—But now you will come to me again, will you not, Ellida?
Ellida.
Yes, my dear, faithful Wangel—now I will come to you again. I can now, for now I come to you in freedom—of my own will—and on my own responsibility.
Wangel.
[Looks tenderly at her.] Ellida! Ellida! Oh,—to think that we two can now live wholly for each other
Ellida.
and with all our memories in common. Yours—as well as mine.
Wangel.
Yes, all in common, dearest!
