[Moves towards him.] Rash boy! What would you here? Said I not you should wait within until I called you?
Nils Stensson.
How could I? Now you have told me that Inger Gyldenlöve is my mother, I thirst more than ever to see her face to face——
Oh, it is she! How proud and high her mien! Even thus did I ever picture her. Fear not, dear Sir,—I shall do nought rashly. Since I have learnt this secret, I feel, as it were, older and wiser. I will no longer be wild and heedless; I will be even as other well-born youths.—Tell me,—knows she that I am here? Surely you have prepared her?
Nils Lykke.
Ay, sure enough; but——
Nils Stensson.
Well?
Nils Lykke.
——She will not own you for her son.