Ay, Lady Inger, he is Count Sture.
Lady Inger.
[Aside, looks at him stealthily.] Feature for feature;—ay, by God,—it is Sten Sture’s son!
[Approaches him and says with cold courtesy:
I bid you welcome under my roof, Count! It rests with you whether or not we shall bless this meeting a year hence.
Nils Stensson.
With me? Oh, do but tell me what I must do! Trust me, I have both courage and will——
Nils Lykke.
[Listens uneasily.] What is this noise and uproar, Lady Inger? There are people pressing hitherward. What does this mean?
Lady Inger.