NILS LYKKE. I am sure of it. I have a welcome word to say to you.
ELINA. What is it?
NILS LYKKE. Farewell.
ELINA (comes a step nearer him). Farewell? You are leaving
Ostrat—so soon?
NILS LYKKE. This very night.
ELINA (seems to hesitate for a moment; then says coldly:) Then take my greeting, Sir Knight! (Bows and is about to go.)
NILS LYKKE. Elina Gyldenlove,—I have no right to keep you here; but 'twill be unlike your nobleness if you refuse to hear what I have to say to you.
ELINA. I hear you, Sir Knight.
NILS LYKKE. I know you hate me.
ELINA. You are keen-sighted, I perceive.