ACT V SCENE: The distant part of DOCTOR WANGEL'S garden, and the carp pond. The summer night gradually darkens. ARNHOLM, BOLETTE, LYNGSTRAND and HILDE are in a boat, punting along the shore to the left. Hilde. See! We can jump ashore easily here. Arnholm. No, no; don't! Lyngstrand. I can't jump, Miss Hilde. Hilde. Can't you jump either, Arnholm? Arnholm. I'd rather not try. Bolette. Then let's land down there, by the bathing steps. (They push off. At the same moment BALLESTED comes along the footpath, carrying music-books and a French horn. He bows to those in the boat, turns and speaks to them. The answers are heard farther and farther away.) Ballested. What do you say? Yes, of course it's on account of the English steamer; for this is her last visit here this year. But if you want to enjoy the pleasures of melody, you mustn't wait too long. (Calling out.) What? (Shaking his head.) Can't hear what you say! (ELLIDA, with a shawl over her head, enters, followed by DOCTOR WANGEL.) Wangel. But, dear Ellida, I assure you there's plenty of time. Ellida. No, no, there is not! He may come any moment. Ballested (outside the fence). Hallo! Good-evening, doctor. Good- evening, Mrs. Wangel. Wangel (noticing him). Oh! is it you? Is there to be music tonight? Ballested. Yes; the Wind Band Society thought of making themselves heard. We've no dearth of festive occasions nowadays. Tonight it's in honour of the English ship. Ellida. The English ship! Is she in sight already? Ballested. Not yet. But you know she comes from between the islands. You can't see anything of her, and then she's alongside of you. Ellida. Yes, that is so. Wangel (half to ELLIDA). Tonight is the last voyage, then she will not come again. Ballested. A sad thought, doctor, and that's why we're going to give them an ovation, as the saying is. Ah! Yes--ah! yes. The glad summertime will soon be over now. Soon all ways will be barred, as they say in the tragedy. Ellida. All ways barred--yes! Ballested. It's sad to think of. We have been the joyous children of summer for weeks and months now. It's hard to reconcile yourself to the dark days--just at first, I mean. For men can accli--a--acclimatise themselves, Mrs. Wangel. Ay, indeed they can. (Bows, and goes off to the left.) Ellida (looking out at the fjord). Oh, this terrible suspense! This torturing last half-hour before the decision! Wangel. You are determined, then, to speak to him yourself? Ellida. I must speak to him myself; for it is freely that I must make my choice. Wangel. You have no choice, Ellida. You have no right to choose-- no right without my permission. Ellida. You can never prevent the choice, neither you nor anyone. You can forbid me to go away with him--to follow him--in case I should choose to do that. You can keep me here by force--against my will. That you can do. But that I should choose, choose from my very soul--choose him, and not you--in case I would and did choose thus--this you cannot prevent. Wangel. No; you are right. I cannot prevent that. Ellida. And so I have nothing to help me to resist. Here, at home, there is no single thing that attracts me and binds me. I am so absolutely rootless in your house, Wangel. The children are not mine--their hearts, I mean--never have been. When I go, if I do go, either with him tonight, or to Skjoldviken tomorrow, I haven't a key to give up, an order to give about anything whatsoever. I am absolutely rootless in your house--I have been absolutely outside everything from the very first. Wangel. You yourself wished it. Ellida. No, no, I did not. I neither wished nor did not wish it. I simply left things just as I found them the day I came here. It is you, and no one else, who wished it. Wangel. I thought to do all for the best for you. Ellida. Yes, Wangel, I know it so well! But there is retribution in that, a something that avenges itself. For now I find no binding power here-nothing to strengthen me--nothing to help me--nothing to draw me towards what should have been the strongest possession of us both. Wangel. I see it, Ellida. And that is why from t-morrow you shall have back your freedom. Henceforth, you shall live your own life.