Arnholm.
No, no; very likely not. But then the other point: that all this dread and unrest came upon her just at the very time when this stranger would seem to have been on his way home?
Wangel.
Well you see—that again is a belief she must have imagined and dreamt herself into, since the day before yesterday. It did not come upon her at all so suddenly—so instantaneously—as she now maintains. But since she heard from this young Lyngstrand that Johnston or Friman—or whatever he is called—was on his way home three years ago—in March—she has evidently persuaded herself that her mental trouble came on in the very same month.
Arnholm.
And did it not?
Wangel.
Not at all. There had been unmistakable symptoms of it long before that.—It is true she happened—by chance—to have a rather severe attack precisely in the month of March, three years ago
Arnholm
Well then!
Wangel
Oh, but that is quite easily accounted for by the circumstances—the condition—she happened to be in at that time.
Arnholm.
The indications may be read in either way, then.
