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Do you wonder at that, my mother?

It rests with you whether all this shall henceforth be changed.

How so?

Listen.—I look for a guest to-night.

[Comes nearer.] A guest?

A guest, who must remain a stranger to all. None must know whence he comes or whither he goes.

[Throws herself, with a cry of joy, at her mother's feet, and seizes her hands.] My mother! My mother! Forgive me, if you can, all the wrong I have done you!

What do you mean? Elina, I do not understand you.

Then they were all deceived! You are still true at heart!