NILS LYKKE. In writing?
LADY INGER. As you will.
(Goes to the table on the left, sits down, and takes writing
materials from the drawer.)
NILS LYKKE (aside, standing by the table on the right). At last,
then, I win!
LADY INGER (after a moment's thought, turns suddenly in her chair to OLAF SKAKTAVL and whispers). Olaf Skaktavl—I am certain of it now—Nils Lykke is a traitor!
OLAF SKAKTAVL (softly). What? You think——?
LADY INGER. He has treachery in his heart
(Lays the paper before her and dips the pen in the ink.)
OLAF SKAKTAVL. And yet you would give him a written promise
that may be your ruin?
LADY INGER. Hush; leave me to act. Nay, wait and listen
first——