Father, mayn’t I bring in a bottle of beer?
Hialmar.
No, certainly not. I require nothing, nothing——[Comes to a standstill.] Beer? Was it beer you were talking about?
Hedvig.
[Cheerfully.] Yes, father; beautiful fresh beer.
Hialmar.
Well—since you insist upon it, you may bring in a bottle.
Gina.
Yes, do; and we’ll be nice and cosy.
[Hedvig runs towards the kitchen door.