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 me. [Looks uneasily around.] If only Wangel would come down here. He promised me so faithfully; and yet he doesn't come. He must have forgotten. Dear Mr. Arnholm, won't you go and find him for me?

Arnholm.

Yes, with pleasure.

Ellida.

Tell him that he really must come at once; for now I cannot see him

Arnholm.

Not see him?

Ellida.

Oh, you don't understand me. When he is not present, I often can't remember what he looks like; and then it seems as though I had lost him utterly.—It's so terribly painful. Do go!

[She wanders over in the direction of the pond.

Boletta. [To Arnholm.] I will go with you; you don't know

Arnholm.

Oh don't trouble; I shall manage

Boletta.

[In an undertone.] No no, I am uneasy. I'm afraid he is on board the steamer.

Arnholm.

Afraid?