Yes.
Gregers.
Not even when you made up your mind to become a photographer?
Hialmar.
Your father said I had better not write to you at all, about anything.
Gregers.
[Looking straight before him.] Well well, perhaps he was right.—But tell me now, Hialmar: are you pretty well satisfied with your present position?
Hialmar.
[With a little sigh.] Oh yes, I am; I have really no cause to complain. At first, as you may guess, I felt it a little strange. It was such a totally new state of things for me. But of course my whole circumstances were totally changed. Father’s utter, irretrievable ruin,—the shame and disgrace of it, Gregers——
Gregers.