Werle.
Can it not wait till we are alone?
Gregers.
No, it cannot; for perhaps we shall never be alone together.
Werle.
[Drawing nearer.] What do you mean by that?
[During what follows, the pianoforte is faintly heard from the distant music-room.
Gregers.
How has that family been allowed to go so miserably to the wall?
Werle.