Ellida.
[Rises impetuously.] Let me leave you, Wangel!
Wangel.
Ellida! Ellida!
Ellida.
Yes, yes—you must let me! I can assure you there will be nothing else for it in the end—after the way we two came together.
Wangel.
[Controlling his emotion.] So it has come to this!
Ellida.
It had to come to this; no other end was possible.
Wangel.
[Looks sorrowfully at her.] So even in our daily life together I have not won you. You have never, never been wholly mine.
Ellida.
Oh Wangel—if only I could love you as I gladly would! As tenderly as you deserve! But I feel quite clearly—it will never be.
Wangel.
A divorce then? It is a divorce,—a formal, legal divorce,—that you want?
Ellida.
My dear, you do not understand me at all. It is not the forms that I care about. These external things seem to me to matter nothing. What I wish
