Elina.
Him will I never forgive! I cannot, even if I would; for I have sworn so dear an oath——
[Listening.
Hush! Can you hear——?
Nils Lykke.
What? Where?
Elina.
Without; far off. The noise of many horsemen on the high-road.
Nils Lykke.
Ah, ’tis they! And I had forgotten—! They are coming hither. Then is the danger great! I must begone!