Exactly, I'm what Americans would term a "crank"—but I believe in you, Hedvig.
[Hedvig takes down the pistol from the mantelpiece, and goes into the garret with flashing eyes; Gina comes in.
Hialmar.
[Looking in at door with hesitation; he is unwashed and dishevelled.] Has anybody happened to see my hat?
Gina.
Gracious, what a sight you are! Sit down and have some breakfast, do.
[She brings it.
Hialmar.
[Indignantly.] What! touch food under this roof? Never! [Helps himself to bread-and-butter and coffee.] Go and pack up my scientific uncut books, my manuscripts, and all the best rabbits, in my portmanteau. I am going away for ever. On second thoughts, I shall stay in the spare room for another day or two—it won't be the same as living with you!
[He takes some salt meat.