Hialmar.
And I do labour, I can tell you.
Relling.
And then you have your excellent wife, shuffling quietly in and out in her felt slippers, with that see-saw walk of hers, and making everything cosy and comfortable about you.
Hialmar.
Yes, Gina—[Nods to her]—you are a good helpmate on the path of life.
Gina.
Oh, don’t sit there cricketizing me.[me.]
Relling.
And your Hedvig too, Ekdal!