Svava. A gentleman? Don't you know who he is?
Margit. No, miss.
Svava. What is he like?
Margit. He looks rather—
Svava. Rather suspicious?
Margit. No, far from it, miss—a very nice gentleman.
Svava. Tell him my father is not at home; he has gone down to the station.
Margit. I told him so, miss, but it is you he wants to see.
Svava. Ask my mother to come in here!—Oh, no, why should she! Let him come in. (MARGIT shows in HOFF, and goes out.)
Hoff. Is it Miss Riis I have the honour to—? Yes, I see it is. My name is Hoff—Karl Hoff. I am a commercial traveller—travel in iron.