And from his soul he holds you dear?
Elina.
He has said so, and I believe him.
Lady Inger.
Bravely done, Elina! Ha-ha, Sir Knight, now is it my turn!
Elina.
My mother—you are so strange. Ah, yes—I know—’tis my unloving ways that have angered you.
Lady Inger.
Not so, dear Elina! You are an obedient child. You have opened your door to him; you have hearkened to his soft words. I know full well what it must have cost you; for I know your hatred——
Elina.