There she is. Her haughty eyes seem veiled with thought.—Ah, if I but dared—. [_Aloud._] Mistress Elina! ELINA. [_Stops at the door._] What will you? Why do you pursue me? NILS LYKKE. You err; I pursue you not$1 $2am myself pursued. ELINA. You? NILS LYKKE. By a multitude of thoughts. Therefore ’tis with sleep as with you:—it flees me. ELINA. Go to the window, and there you will find pastime;—a storm-tossed sea—— NILS LYKKE. [_Smiles._] A storm-tossed sea? That may I find in you as well. ELINA. In me? NILS LYKKE. Ay, of that our first meeting has assured me. ELINA. And that offends you? NILS LYKKE. Nay, in nowise; yet I could wish to see you of milder mood. ELINA. [_Proudly._] Think you that you will ever have your wish? NILS LYKKE. I am sure of it. I have a welcome word to say to you. ELINA. What is it? NILS LYKKE. Farewell. ELINA. [_Comes a step nearer him._] Farewell? You are leaving Östråt—so soon? NILS LYKKE. This very night. ELINA.. [_Seems to hesitate for a moment; then says coldly._] Then take my greeting, Sir Knight! [_Bows and is about to go._ NILS LYKKE. Elina Gyldenlöve,—I have no right to keep you here; but ’twill be unlike your nobleness if you refuse to hear what I have to say to you. ELINA. I hear you, Sir Knight. NILS LYKKE. I know you hate me. ELINA. You are keen-sighted, I perceive. NILS LYKKE. But I know, too, that I have fully merited your hate. Unseemly and wounding were the words I wrote of you in my letter to Lady Inger. ELINA. Like enough; I have not read them. NILS LYKKE. But at least their purport is not unknown to you; I know your mother has not left you in ignorance of the matter; at the least she has told you how I praised the lot of the man who—; surely you know the hope I nursed— ELINA.