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LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
[ACT II.
Lady Inger.
[To Nils Lykke.] My daughter Elina.
Nils Lykke.
[Softly.] Elina! I had not pictured her thus.
[Elina catches sight of Nils Lykke, and stands still, as in surprise, gazing at him.
Lady Inger.
[Touches her arm.] My child—this knight is
Elina.
[Motions her mother back with her hand, still looking intently at him, and says:] There is no need! I see who he is. He is Nils Lykke.
Nils Lykke.
[Aside, to Lady Inger.] How? Does she know me? Can Lucia have—? Can she know?
Lady Inger.
Hush! She knows nothing.
Elina.
[To herself.] I knew it;—even so must Nils Lykke appear.
Nils Lykke.
[Approaches her.] Yes, Elina Gyldenlöve,—you have guessed aright. And as it seems that, in some sense, you know me,—and, more-
