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 Wangel.

Inexplicable for the present, at any rate.

Arnholm.

Do you believe in such things?

Wangel.

I neither believe nor disbelieve. I simply do not know. So I suspend my judgment.

Arnholm.

But tell me one thing: that strange, uncanny idea of hers about the child's eyes

Wangel.

[Eagerly.] I don't in the least believe that about the eyes! I will not believe any such thing! It must be pure imagination on her part; nothing else.

Arnholm.

Did you notice the man's eyes when you saw him yesterday?

Wangel.

Yes, certainly I did.

Arnholm.

And you found no sort of likeness?

Wangel.

Evasively.] H'm—upon my soul I don't know what to say. It was not quite light when I saw him; and besides, Ellida had talked so much about this likeness beforehand—I don't think it was possible for me to observe him without any bias.