That you no longer remembered what had brought you hither? I rejoice to hear it; for that was my design. Methought that if my guest, Nils Lykke, were to feel at his ease in Östråt, he must forget——
Nils Lykke.
What, lady?
Lady Inger.
——First of all his errand—and then all that had gone before it.
Nils Lykke.
[To Olaf Skaktavl, as he takes out the packet and hands it to him.] The papers from Peter Kanzler. You will find in them a full account of our partizans in Sweden.
Olaf Skaktavl.
It is well.
[Sits down by the table on the left, where he opens the packet and examines its contents.