Nils Lykke.
Oh, then—— [Begins to descend.
Elina.
Go forward along the passage till you reach the coffin with the death’s-head and the black cross; it is Lucia’s——
Nils Lykke.
[Climbs back hastily and shuts the trapdoor.] Lucia’s! Pah——!
Elina.
What said you?
Nils Lykke.
Nay, nothing. ’Twas the air of the graves that made me dizzy.