"Henrik Ibsen - The Lady From The Sea" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ibsen Henrik)

Arnholm. Is she ill, then?

Wangel. Not exactly ill, although she has been extremely nervous
for the last few years--that is to say, she is now and then. I
can't make out what really ails her. But to plunge into the sea
is her joy and delight.

Arnholm. Yes; I remember that of old.

Wangel (with an almost imperceptible smile). To be sure! You knew
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!

Ellida (goes quickly up the verandah, and seizes his hands).
Thank God that I see you again! When did you come?

Wangel. Just now; a little while since. (Pointing to ARNHOLM.)
But won't you greet an old acquaintance?

Ellida (holding out her hand to ARNHOLM). So here you are!
Welcome! And forgive me for not being at home--