Haven’t you a nice little poem you could recite to us, Mr. Ekdal? You used to recite so charmingly.
Hialmar.
I am sorry I can’t remember anything.
The Flabby Gentleman.
Oh, that’s a pity. Well, what shall we do, Balle?
[Both Gentlemen move away and pass into the other room.
Hialmar.
[Gloomily.] Gregers—I am going! When a man has felt the crushing hand of Fate, you see——Say good-bye to your father for me.
Gregers.
Yes, yes. Are you going straight home?