But that’s not the worst of it; for then he thinks he’ll put out the fire, and goes and empties his water-jug into the stove, and so makes the whole floor one filthy puddle.
Hialmar.
How annoying!
Gina.
I've got the porter’s wife to clear up after him, pig that he is! But the room won’t be fit to live in till the afternoon.
Hialmar.
What’s he doing with himself in the meantime?
Gina.
He said he was going out for a little while.
Hialmar.