Ellida when you were teacher out there at Skjoldviken.

Arnholm. Certainly. She used often to visit at the Parsonage. But
I mostly met her when I went to the lighthouse to see her father.

Wangel. Those times out there, you may believe me, have set deep
marks upon her. The people in the town here can't understand her
at all. They call her the "Lady from the Sea."

Arnholm. Do they?

Wangel. Yes. And so--now, you see, speak to her of the old days,
dear Arnholm, it will do her good.

Arnholm (looks at him in doubt). Have you any reason for thinking
so?

Wangel. Assuredly I have.

Ellida (her voice is heard outside the garden). Are you there,
Wangel?

Wangel (rising). Yes, dear.

(Mrs. ELLIDA WANGEL, in a large, light wrap, and with wet hair
hanging loose over her shoulders, comes from between the trees of
the arbour. ARNHOLM rises.)

Wangel (smiling, and holding out his hands to her). Ah! So now we
have our Mermaid!