Hedvig.
Father, only see what Mrs. Sörby has given me for a birthday present—a beautiful deed of gift!
[Shows it.
Hialmar.
[Eluding her.] Ha! Mrs. Sörby, the family house-keeper. My father's sight failing! Hedvig in goggles! What vistas of heredity these astonishing coincidences open up! I am not short-sighted, at all events, and I see it all—all! This is my answer. [He takes the deed, and tears it across.] Now I have nothing more to do in this house. [Puts on overcoat.] My home has fallen in ruins about me. [Bursts into tears.] My hat!
Gregers.
Oh, but you mustn't go. You must be all three together, to attain the true frame of mind for self-sacrificing forgiveness, you know!
Hialmar.
Self-sacrificing forgiveness be blowed!
[He tears himself away, and goes out.