Hedvig.
Oh yes, father, do!
Gina.
Hush! Don’t wake him!
Hialmar.
[More softly.] I will fulfil it, I say. The day shall come when——And that is why I say it’s a good thing we have let the room; for that makes me more independent. The man who has a mission in life must be independent. [By the, arm-chair, with emotion.] Poor old white-haired father! Rely on your Hialmar. He has broad shoulders—strong shoulders, at any rate. You shall yet wake up some fine day and——[To Gina.] Do you not believe it?
Gina.
[Rising.] Yes, of course I do; but in the meantime suppose we see about getting him to bed.
Hialmar.
Yes, come.