[Presently, coming to the door again.] H'm; I say, Hialmar, I'm not so very busy, you know.
Hialmar.
I thought you were writing.
Ekdal.
Oh, devil take it! can’t Gråberg wait a day or two? After all, it’s not a matter of life and death.[death.]
Hialmar.
No; and you’re not his slave either.
Ekdal.
And about that other business in there——
Hialmar.