[Smiling to Hialmar.] His pipe!
Hialmar.
Oh yes yes, Gina; let him alone—the poor shipwrecked old man.—Yes, these improvements—we had better get them out of hand to-morrow.
Gina.
You’ll hardly have time to-morrow, Ekdal.
Hedvig.
[Interposing.] Oh yes he will, mother!
Gina.
——for remember them prints that has to be retouched; they’ve sent for them time after time.
Hialmar.