Nils Stensson.
Was it? Ay, faith but it was. I love not to keep folk waiting, I can tell you.
Nils Lykke.
Aha,—then Lady Inger Gyldenlöve looks for your coming?
Nils Stensson.
Lady Inger Gyldenlöve? Nay, that I can scarce say for certain; [with a sly smile] but there might be some one else——
Nils Lykke.
[Smiles in answer.] Ah, so there might be some one else—?
Nils Stensson.
Tell me—are you of the house?