But I fear I detain the noble daughter of the house too long. We shall meet no more; for before daybreak I shall be gone. So now I bid you farewell.
Elina.
Fare you well, Sir Knight! [A short silence.
Nils Lykke.
Again you are deep in thought, Elina Gyldenlöve! Is it the fate of your fatherland that weighs upon you still?
Elina.
[Shakes her head, absently gazing straight in front of her.] My fatherland?—I think not of my fatherland.
Nils Lykke.
Then ’tis the strife and misery of the time that disquiets you.
Elina.