Lady Inger.
[To Nils Lykke.] My daughter Elina.
Nils Lykke.
[Softly.] Elina! I had not pictured her thus.
[Elina catches sight of Nils Lykke, and stands still, as in surprise, gazing at him.
Lady Inger.
[Touches her arm.] My child—this knight is——
Elina.
[Motions her mother back with her hand, still looking intently at him, and says:] There is no need! I see who he is. He is Nils Lykke.
Nils Lykke.