[Approaches Lady Inger courteously.] My noble hostess has summoned me.
Lady Inger.
I have learned through my daughter that you are minded to leave us to-night.
Nils Lykke.
Even so, to my sorrow;—since my business at Östråt is over.
Olaf Skaktavl.
Not before I have the papers.
Nils Lykke.
True, true. I had well-nigh forgot the weightiest part of my errand. ’Twas the fault of our noble hostess. With such gracious skill did she keep her guests in talk at table——
Lady Inger.