Gregers.
What! Not ask my best and only friend to a party supposed to be in my honour——?
Hialmar.
But I don’t think your father likes it. You see I am quite outside his circle.
Gregers.
So I hear. But I wanted to see you and have a talk with you, and I certainly shan’t be staying long.—Ah, we two old schoolfellows have drifted far apart from each other. It must be sixteen or seventeen years since we met.
Hialmar.
Is it so long?
Gregers.
It is indeed. Well, how goes it with you? You look well. You have put on flesh, and grown almost stout.