Nils Lykke.
[Rises.] Then will I bid defiance to the past! See now;—take this ring, and be mine before God and men—mine,—ay, though it should trouble the dreams of the dead.
Elina.
You make me tremble. What is it that——?
Nils Lykke.
’Tis nought. Come, let me place the ring on your finger.—Even so—now are you my betrothed!
Elina.
I Nils Lykke’s bride! It seems but a dream, all that has befallen this night. Oh, but so fair a dream! My breast is so light. No longer is there bitterness and hatred in my soul. I will atone to all whom I have wronged. I have been unloving to my mother. To-morrow will I go to her; she must forgive me where I have erred.
Nils Lykke.
And give her consent to our bond.