What? ELINA. It is there! Yes, by the cross of Christ, it _is_ there! BIÖRN. [_Rises._] _What_ is there? Where? ELINA. She herself—in the hall—— [_Goes hastily towards the hall._ BIÖRN. [_Following._] How can you think—? Mistress Elina,—go to your chamber! ELINA. Hush; stand still! Do not move; do not let her see you! Wait—the moon is coming out. Can you not see the black-robed figure——? BIÖRN. By all the saints——! ELINA. Do you see—she turns Knut Alfson’s picture to the wall. Ha-ha; be sure it looks her too straight in the eyes! BIÖRN. Mistress Elina, hear me! ELINA. [_Going back towards the fireplace._] Now I know what I know! BIÖRN. [_To himself._] Then it is true! ELINA. Who was it, Biörn? Who was it? BIÖRN. You saw as plainly as I. ELINA. Well? Whom did I see? BIÖRN. You saw your mother. ELINA. [_Half to herself._] Night after night I have heard her steps in there. I have heard her whispering and moaning like a soul in pain. And what says the song—? Ah, now I know! Now I know that—— BIÖRN. Hush! [LADY INGER GYLDENLÖVE _enters rapidly from the hall, without noticing the others; she goes to the window, draws the curtain, and gazes out as if watching for some one on the high road; after a while, she turns and goes slowly back into the hall._ ELINA. [_Softly, following her with her eyes._] White, white as the dead——! [_An uproar of many voices is heard outside the door on the right._ BIÖRN. What can this be? ELINA. Go out and see what is amiss. [EINAR HUK, _the bailiff, appears in the anteroom, with a crowd of_ RETAINERS _and_ PEASANTS. EINAR HUK. [_In the doorway._] Straight in to her! And be not abashed! BIÖRN. What seek you? EINAR HUK. Lady Inger herself.