Elina.
That will she. Oh, I am sure she will. My mother is kind; all the world is kind;—I can no longer feel hatred for any living soul—save one.
Nils Lykke.
Save one?
Elina.
Ah, ’tis a mournful history. I had a sister——
Nils Lykke.
Lucia?
Elina.
Did you know Lucia?