[Not noticing.]——he has been in to fetch hot water——
Hialmar.
Aha! Then he’s——
Gina.
Yes, I suppose so.
Hialmar.
Oh God! my poor old white-haired father!—Well, well; there let him sit and get all the enjoyment he can.
[Old Ekdal, in an indoor coat and with a lighted pipe, comes from his room.
Ekdal.
Got home? Thought it was you I heard talking.