Wait a moment—we’ll soon rise from the sepulchre. [Draws back the curtains.] We must have broad daylight here when my boy comes. Ah—then you shall see a boy that has washed himself———
Hilmar.
Ugh!
Lona.
[Opens the door and the windows.]——when he has washed himself, I mean—up at the hotel—for on board the steamer you get as dirty as a pig.
Hilmar.
Ugh, ugh!
Lona.
“Ugh”? Why if that isn’t——! [Points to Hilmar, and asks the others.] Does he still loaf about here saying “ugh” to everything?
Hilmar.