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 only a very short time. He went away; and afterwards I broke it off. All this I told you.

Wangel.

But, dear Ellida, why go back upon all this? After all, it did not really concern me. I have never even asked you who he was.

Ellida.

No, you have not. You are always so considerate to me.

Wangel.

[Smiling.] Well, in this case,—I scarcely needed to be told his name.

Ellida. His name?

Wangel.

Out at Skioldvik and in those parts there were not many to choose from. Or rather, there was only one man

Ellida.

I suppose you think it was—Arnholm.

Wangel. Yes—was it not?

Ellida. No.

Wangel. It was not? Well then I am certainly at a loss.

Ellida.

Do you remember that, in the late autumn one year, a large American ship came into Skioldvik for repairs?