[She sips a glass of punch. The gentlemen laugh and flirt with her.
Werle.
Mrs. Sörby can always find a loop-hole—when she wants to. Fill your glasses, gentlemen! Pettersen, will you see to it——! Gregers, suppose we have a glass together. [Gregers does not move.] Won’t you join us, Ekdal? I found no opportunity of drinking with you at table.
[Gråberg, the Bookkeeper, looks in at the baize door.
Gråberg.
Excuse me, sir, but I can’t get out.
Werle.
Have you been locked in again?
Gråberg.
Yes, and Flakstad has carried off the keys.