Hialmar.
Yes. Why?
Gregers.
Oh, because I may perhaps look in on you later.
Hialmar.
No, you mustn’t do that. You must not come to my home. Mine is a melancholy abode, Gregers; especially after a splendid banquet like this. We can always arrange to meet somewhere in the town.
Mrs. Sörby.
[Who has quietly approached.] Are you going, Ekdal?
Hialmar.
Yes.