Thanks, it’s not quite unlikely; for yesterday we were thirteen at table.
Hialmar.
Oh, come now, don’t let us get upon unpleasant subjects again!
Relling.
You may make your mind easy, Ekdal; I'll be hanged if the finger of fate points to you.
Hialmar.
I should hope not, for the sake of my family. But let us sit down now, and eat and drink and be merry.
Gregers.
Shall we not wait for your father?
Hialmar.