Hialmar has never breathed a word about this. I don’t believe he has the faintest suspicion of such a thing.
Werle.
Then where have you got it from? Who can have put such notions in your head?
Gregers.
My poor unhappy mother told me; and that the very last time I saw her.
Werle.
Your mother! I might have known as much! You and she—you always held together. It was she who turned you against me, from the first.
Gregers.
No, it was all that she had to suffer and submit to, until she broke down and came to such a pitiful end.
Werle.