[Gulping down her tears.] Thank you.
[She seats herself, but does not read; Gina makes signs to her; Hialmar notices it.
Hialmar.
[Pacing up and down the room.] It’s monstrous what absurd things the father of a family is expected to think of; and if he forgets the smallest trifle, he is treated to sour faces at once. Well, well, one gets used to that too. [Stops near the stove, by the old man’s chair.] Have you peeped in there this evening, father?
Ekdal.
Yes, to be sure I have. She’s gone into the basket.
Hialmar.
Ah, she has gone into the basket. Then she’s beginning to get used to it.
Ekdal.
Yes; just as I prophesied. But you know there are still a few little things——