You err; I pursue you not$1 $2am myself pursued.
Elina.
You?
Nils Lykke.
By a multitude of thoughts. Therefore ’tis with sleep as with you:—it flees me.
Elina.
Go to the window, and there you will find pastime;—a storm-tossed sea——
Nils Lykke.
[Smiles.] A storm-tossed sea? That may I find in you as well.
Elina.