Gregers.
——acknowledge your own father?
Hialmar.
[With pain.] Oh, if you were in my place——
[The conversation amongst the Guests, which has been carried on in a low tone, now swells into constrained joviality.]
The Thin-haired Gentleman.
[Approaching Hialmar and Gregers in a friendly manner.] Aha! Reviving old college memories, eh? Don’t you smoke, Mr. Ekdal? May I give you a light? Oh, by-the-bye, we mustn’t——
Hialmar.
No, thank you, I won’t——
The Flabby Gentleman.