[Looks at him.] Is it Gina Hansen——?
Hialmar.
Yes, of course it is Gina Hansen.
Gregers.
——who kept house for us during the last year of my mother’s illness?
Hialmar.
Yes, exactly. But, my dear friend, I'm quite sure your father told you that I was married.
Gregers.
[Who has risen.] Oh yes, he mentioned it; but not that—— [Walking about the room.] Stay—perhaps he did—now that I think of it. My father always writes such short letters. [Half seats himself on the arm of the chair.] Now, tell me, Hialmar—this is interesting—how did you come to know Gina—your wife?
Hialmar.