a feint. He may be safe and sound among his friends in Sweden, while I
[Walks restlessly up and down.
And to think I was so sure of success! If I should effect nothing? If Lady Inger should penetrate all my designs—and publish my discomfiture—. To be a laughing-stock both here and in Denmark! To have sought to lure Lady Inger into a trap—and given her cause the help it most needed—strengthened her in the people's favour
! Ah, I could well-nigh sell myself to the Evil One, would he but help me to lay hands on Count Sture.[The window in the background is pushed open. Nils Stensson appears outside.
Nils Lykke.
[Clutches at his sword.] Who is there?
Nils Stensson.
[Jumps down on to the floor.] Ah; here I am at last then!
Nils Lykke.
[Aside.] What means this?
Nils Stensson.
God's peace, master!
Nils Lykke.
Thanks, good Sir! Methinks you have chosen a strange way of entrance.