Hedvig.
Then he must have got a bottle on credit somewhere.
Gina.
Poor grandfather, who’d give him credit?
Hialmar Ekdal, in an overcoat and grey felt hat, comes in from the right.
Gina.
[Throws down her sewing and rises.] Why, Ekdal. Is that you already?
Hedvig.
[At the same time jumping up.] Fancy your coming so soon, father!
Hialmar.