LADY INGER. And this fear----this torturing dread! Through
all these years it has been ever with me---- ---- and then all
fails at last, and I must bear this agony!--Oh Lord my God, is
it right of thee? Was it for this thou gavest him to me?
(Controls herself and says with forced composure:)
Nils Lykke--tell me _one_ thing. Where have you got him? Where
is he?
NILS LYKKE. With his foster-father.
LADY INGER. Still with his foster-father. Oh, that merciless
man----! For ever to deny my prayers.--But it _must_ not go on
thus! Help me, Olaf Skaktavl!