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[Somewhat uncertain.] And whom you do not know?

As little as you know me; for I swear to you by God himself: I am not Count Sture!

In sober earnest, Sir?

As truly as I live! Wherefore should I deny it, if I were?

But where, then, is Count Sture?

[In a low voice.] Ay,  is just the secret.

[Whispers.] Which is known to you? Is't not so?

[Nods.] And which I am to tell you.

To tell me? Well then,—where is he?

Up there? Lady Inger holds him hidden in the loft-room?