Relling.
Marsh vapours?
Hialmar.
Oh, don’t begin with that stuff again!
Gina.
Goodness knows there’s no vapours in this house, Mr. Werle; I give the place a good airing every blessed day.
Gregers.
[Leaves the table.] No airing you can give will drive out the taint I mean.
Hialmar.
Taint!