Hialmar.
There; now you can get to work, father.
Ekdal.
[Goes in.] Aren’t you coming too?
Hialmar.
Well really, do you know——; I almost think——[Sees Gina at the kitchen door.] I? No; I haven’t time; I must work.—But now for our new contrivance——
[He pulls a cord, a curtain slips down inside, the lower part consisting of a piece of old sailcloth, the upper part of a stretched fishing net. The floor of the garret is thus no longer visible.
Hialmar.
[Goes to the table.] So! Now, perhaps I can sit in peace for a little while.
Gina.