lieve in. For my pride is my life; and well might I have been proud, had you remained what once you were.
Lady Inger.
And what proves to you that I have not? Elina—how know you so surely that you are not doing your mother wrong?
Elina.
[Vehemently.] Oh, that I were!
Lady Inger.
Peace! You have no right to call your mother to account.—With a single word I could; but 'twould be an ill word for you to hear; you must await what time shall bring; may be that
Elina.
[Turns to go.] Sleep well, my mother!
Lady Inger.
[Hesitates.] Nay—stay with me; I have still somewhat Come nearer;—you must hear me, Elina!
[Sits down by the table in front of the window.
Elina.
I hear you.
Lady Inger.
For as silent as you are, I know well that you often long to be gone from here. Östråt is too lonely and lifeless for you.
