Nils Lykke.
Aha,—then Lady Inger Gyldenlöve looks for your coming?
Nils Stensson.
Lady Inger Gyldenlöve? Nay, that I can scarce say for certain; [with a sly smile] but there might be some one else
Nils Lykke.
[Smiles in answer.] Ah, so there might be some one else—?
Nils Stensson.
Tell me—are you of the house?
Nils Lykke.
I? Well, in so far that I am Lady Inger's guest this evening.
Nils Stensson.
A guest?—Is not to-night the third night after Martinmas?
Nils Lykke.
The third night after—? Ay, right enough.—Would you seek the lady of the house at once? I think she is not yet gone to rest. But might not you sit down and rest awhile, dear young Sir? See, here is yet a flagon of wine remaining, and doubtless you will find some food. Come, fall to; you will do wisely to refresh your strength.
