Oh, I have my reasons. Now tell me: when you interested yourself so warmly in your old friend’s son—it was just before his marriage, was it not?
Werle.
Why, deuce take it—after all these years, how can I——?
Gregers.
You wrote me a letter about that time—a business letter, of course; and in a postscript you mentioned—quite briefly—that Hialmar Ekdal had married a Miss Hansen.
Werle.
Yes, that was quite right. That was her name.
Gregers.
But you did not mention that this Miss Hansen was Gina Hansen—our former housekeeper.
Werle.