ACT III.]
LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
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[Notices Elina, who has left the window, and is going out on the left.
There she is. Her haughty eyes seem veiled with thought.—Ah, if I but dared—. [Aloud.] Mistress Elina!
Elina.
[Stops at the door.] What will you? Why do you pursue me?
Nils Lykke.
You err; I pursue you not. I am myself pursued.
Elina.
You?
Nils Lykke.
By a multitude of thoughts. Therefore 'tis with sleep as with you:—it flees me.
Elina.
Go to the window, and there you will find pastime;—a storm-tossed sea
Nils Lykke.
[Smiles.] A storm-tossed sea? That may I find in you as well.
Elina.
In me?
Nils Lykke.
Ay, of that our first meeting has assured me.
Elina.
And that offends you?
