[Seems to hesitate for a moment; then says coldly.] Then take my greeting, Sir Knight!
[Bows and is about to go.
Nils Lykke.
Elina Gyldenlöve,—I have no right to keep you here; but ’twill be unlike your nobleness if you refuse to hear what I have to say to you.
Elina.
I hear you, Sir Knight.
Nils Lykke.
I know you hate me.
Elina.
You are keen-sighted, I perceive.