Hedvig.
[Caressingly.] How nice it is to see you in a dress-coat! It suits you so well, father.
Hialmar.
Yes, don’t you think so? And this one really sits to perfection. It fits almost as if it had been made for me;—a little tight in the arm-holes perhaps;—help me, Hedvig. [Takes off the coat.] I think I'll put on my jacket. Where is my jacket, Gina?
Gina.
Here it is. [Brings the jacket and helps him.]
Hialmar.
That’s it! Don’t forget to send the coat back to Molvik first thing to-morrow morning.
Gina.
[Laying it away.] I'll be sure and see to it.