Ekdal.
Well well, never mind,—since you’re so busy——h’m!
[He goes out again; the door stands open.
Hialmar.
[Continues for some time in silence; then he lays down his brush and goes over to the door.] Are you busy, father?
Ekdal.
[In a grumbling tone, within.] If you’re busy, I'm busy too. H'm!
Hialmar.
Oh, very well, then. [Goes to his work again.
Ekdal.