In his chamber belike, in the gate-wing.
Lady Inger.
It is well. What I have to send by him is ready. Go to him and say I await him here in the hall. [Biörn goes out to the right.
Olaf Skaktavl.
Know you, Lady Inger,—’tis true that in such things I am blind as a mole; yet seems it to me as though——h’m!
Lady Inger.
Well?
Olaf Skaktavl.
——as though Nils Lykke bore a mind to your daughter.
Lady Inger.