How at first?
Hialmar.
After the great misfortune. It was natural enough that you should. Your father was within an ace of being drawn into that—well, that terrible business.
Gregers.
Why should that give me any feeling against you? Who can have put that into your head?
Hialmar.
I know it did, Gregers; your father told me so himself.
Gregers.
[Starts.] My father! Oh indeed. H'm.—Was that why you never let me hear from you?—not a single word.
Hialmar.