[Appears to search the inner pockets of his doublet; says to himself:
Who the devil is he? What pretext can I make? I may be on the brink of great discoveries——
[Notices that the Servants are laying the table and lighting the lamps in the Banquet Hall, and says to Olaf Skaktavl:
Ah, I see Lady Inger has taken order for the evening meal. Mayhap we could better talk of our affairs at table.
Olaf Skaktavl.
Good; as you will.
Nils Lykke.
[Aside.] Time gained—all gained!
[To Lady Inger with a show of great friendliness:
And meanwhile we might learn what part Lady Inger Gyldenlöve purposes to take in our design?