You would only laugh if I told you.
Werle.
A lonely man doesn’t laugh so easily, Gregers.
Gregers.
[Pointing towards the background.] Look, father,—the Chamberlains are playing blind-man’s-buff with Mrs. Sörby.—Good-night and good-bye.
[He goes out by the back to the right. Sounds of laughter and merriment from the Company, who are now visible in the outer room.
Werle.
[Muttering contemptuously after Gregers.] Ha——! Poor wretch—and he says he is not over-strained!
ACT SECOND.
Hialmar Ekdal’s studio, a good-sized room, evidently in the top storey of the building. On the right, a sloping roof of large panes of glass, half-covered by a blue curtain. In the right-hand corner, at the back, the entrance door; farther forward, on the same side, a door leading to the sitting-room. Two doors on the opposite side, and between them an iron stove. At the back, a wide double sliding-door. The studio is plainly but comfortably fitted up and furnished. Between the doors on the right, standing out a little from the wall, a sofa with a table and some chairs; on the table a lighted lamp with a shade; beside the stove an old arm-chair. Photographic instruments and apparatus of different kinds lying about the room. Against the back wall, to the left of the double door, stands a bookcase containing a few books, boxes, and bottles of chemicals, instruments, tools, and other objects. Photographs and small articles, such as camel’s-hair pencils, paper, and so forth, lie on the table.