[A thought seems to strike him.
Elina!—Ah, if that could be! Were it possible to—And why should I not? Am I not still myself? Says not the song:—
Fair maidens a-many they sigh and they pine:
“Ah God, that Nils Lykke were mine, mine, mine.”
And she—? ——Elina Gyldenlöve shall set me free!
[Goes quickly but stealthily towards the first door on the left.
ACT FIFTH
The Banquet Hall. It is still night. The hall is but dimly lighted by a branch-candlestick on the table, in front, on the right.
Lady Inger is sitting by the table, deep in thought.
Lady Inger.