ELINA. I Nils Lykke's bride! It seems but a dream, all that has befallen this night. Oh, but so fair a dream! My breast is so light. No longer is there bitterness and hatred in my soul. I will atone to all whom I have wronged. I have been unloving to my mother. To-morrow will I go to her; she must forgive me my offence.
NILS LYKKE. And give her consent to our bond.
ELINA. That will she. Oh, I am sure she will. My mother is kind; all the world is kind;—I can feel hatred no more for any living soul—save one.
NILS LYKKE. Save one ?
ELINA. Ah, it is a mournful history. I had a sister——
NILS LYKKE. Lucia?
ELINA. Have you known Lucia?
NILS LYKKE. No, no; I have but heard her name.
ELINA. She too gave her heart to a knight. He betrayed her;— and now she is in Heaven.
NILS LYKKE. And you——?