[Pleased, rises.] Yes, didn’t it? Don’t you think it was a marvellous piece of luck?
Gregers.
Oh, unquestionably. My father seems to have been almost a kind of providence for you.
Hialmar.
[With emotion.] He did not forsake his old friend’s son in the hour of his need. For he has a heart, you see.
Mrs. Sörby.
[Enters, arm-in-arm with Werle.] Nonsense, my dear Mr. Werle; you mustn’t stop there any longer staring at all the lights. It’s very bad for you.
Werle.
[Lets go her arm and passes his hand over his eyes.] I daresay you are right.
[Pettersen and Jensen carry round refreshment trays.]