Wangel. Ellida wants to go home again--home to the sea.
Hilde (springing towards ELLIDA). You are going away--away from
Ellida (frightened). Hilde! What is the matter?
Hilde (controlling herself). Oh, it's nothing. (In a low voice,
turning from her.) Are only you going?
Bolette (anxiously). Father--I see it--you, too, are going--to
Wangel. No, no! Perhaps I shall run out there every now and
Bolette. And come here to us?
Wangel. I will--Bolette. Every now and again!
Wangel. Dear child, it must be. (He crosses the room.)
Arnholm (whispers). We will talk it over later, Bolette. (He
crosses to WANGEL. They speak in low tones up stage by the door.)
Ellida (aside to BOLETTE). What was the matter with Hilde? She
looked quite scared.
Bolette. Have you never noticed what Hilde goes about here, day
in, day out, hungering for?
Ellida. Hungering for?
Bolette. Ever since you came into the house?
Ellida. No, no. What is it?
Bolette. One loving word from you.
Ellida. Oh! If there should be something for me to do here!
(She clasps her hands together over her head, and looks fixedly
in front of her, as if torn by contending thoughts and emotions.
WANGEL and ARNHOLM come across the room whispering. BOLETTE goes
to the side room, and looks in. Then she throws open the door.)
Bolette. Father, dear--the table is laid--if you--
Wangel (with forced composure). Is it, child? That's well. Come,
Arnholm! We'll go in and drink a farewell cup--with the "Lady
from the Sea." (They go out through the right.)