Come now, Hialmar, let’s sit down and have a good talk about this—h’m—what was it again?
Hialmar.
[Going towards him.] Father, we have a visitor here—Gregers Werle.—I don’t know if you remember him.
Ekdal.
[Looking at Gregers, who has risen.] Werle? Is that the son? What does he want with me?
Hialmar.
Nothing; it’s me he has come to see.
Ekdal.
Oh! Then there’s nothing wrong?
Hialmar.