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 Arnholm.

[Looking doubtfully at him.] Have you any particular reason to think so?

Wangel. Yes, certainly I have.

Ellida's Voice.

[Heard without, in the garden to the right.] Are you there, Wangel?

Wangel. [Rising.] Yes, dear.

Mrs. Wangel, with a large light cloak round her, and with wet hair hanging loose over her shoulders, comes from among the trees beside the arbour. Arnholm rises.

Wangel.

[Smiling and stretching out his hands towards her.] Ah, here comes the mermaid!

Ellida.

[Hastens up to the verandah and seizes his hands.] Thank heaven, you're safe home again! When did you come?

Wangel.

Just now—a few moments ago. [Points to Arnholm.] But have you nothing to say to an old acquaintance?

Ellida.

[Holds out her hand to Arnholm.] So you have really come then? Welcome! And forgive my not being at home