Gregers.
Ah, that I can easily believe.
Hialmar.
It’s not good for me you see. And there are no marsh poisons here, as you express it. The poor photographer’s roof is lowly, I know—and my circumstances are narrow. But I am an inventor, and I am the breadwinner of a family. That exalts me above my mean surroundings.—Ah, here comes lunch!
Gina and Hedvig bring bottles of ale, a decanter of brandy, glasses, etc. At the same time, Relling and Molvik enter from the passage; they are both without hat or overcoat. Molvik is dressed in black.
Gina.
[Placing the things upon the table.] Ah, you two have come in the nick of time.
Relling.
Molvik got it into his head that he could smell herring-salad, and then there was no holding him.—Good morning again, Ekdal.
Hialmar.