Relling.
You’re right; you were very young. And as for the claim of the ideal—you never got it honoured while I was up there.
Gregers.
Nor since either.
Relling.
Ah, then you’ve learnt to knock a little discount off, I expect.
Gregers.
Never, when I have a true man to deal with.
Hialmar.
No, I should think not, indeed. A little butter, Gina.