LADY INGER. ——First of all his errand—and then all that had gone before it.
NILS LYKKE (to OLAF SKAKTAVL, while he takes out the packet and hands it to him). The papers from Peter Kanzler. You will find them a full account of our partizans in Sweden.
OLAF SKAKTAVL. It is well.
(Sits down by the table on the left, where he opens the packet
and examines its contents.)
NILS LYKKE. And now, Lady Inger Gyldenlove—I know not that
aught remains to keep me here.
LADY INGER. Were it things of state alone that had brought us
together, you might be right. But I should be loath to think so.
NILS LYKKE. You would say——?
LADY INGER. I would say that 'twas not alone as a Danish Councillor or as the ally of Peter Kanzler that Nils Lykke came to be my guest.—Do I err in fancying that somewhat you may have heard down in Denmark may have made you desirous of closer acquaintance with the Lady of Ostrat.
NILS LYKKE. Far be it from me to deny——
OLAF SKAKTAVL (turning over the papers). Strange. No letter.