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 Ellida.

[Vehemently.] No, no, no! Never that! We know nothing about the murder of the captain! Absolutely nothing!

Wangel.

We know nothing! Why, he himself confessed it to you!

Ellida.

No, nothing about that! If you say anything, I will deny it. He shall not be caged! His place is out on the open sea. That is his home.

Wangel.

[Looks at her and says slowly:] Ah, Ellida—Ellida!

Ellida.

[Clings to him passionately.] Oh dear one, faithful one—save me from that man!

Wangel.

[Gently disengaging himself.] Come! Come with me!

Lyngstrand and Hilda, both with fishing-tackle, appear from the right beside the pond.

Lyngstrand.

[Goes rapidly towards Ellida.] Oh, what do you think, Mrs. Wangel—I have something wonderful to tell you!

Wangel.

What is it?