Yes, an amazingly clever dog; one that goes to the bottom after wild ducks when they dive and bite themselves fast in tangle and sea-weed, down among the ooze.
Hialmar.
Upon my word now, Gregers—I don’t in the least know what you’re driving at.
Gregers.
Oh well, you might not be much the wiser if you did. It’s understood, then, that I move in early to-morrow morning. [To Gina.] I won’t give you any trouble; I do everything for myself. [To Hialmar.] We can talk about the rest to-morrow.—Good-night, Mrs. Ekdal. [Nods to Hedvig.] Good-night.
Gina.
Good-night, Mr. Werle.
Hedvig.
Good-night.
Hialmar.