ACT FOURTH.
Hialmar Ekdal’s studio. A photograph has just been taken; a camera with the cloth over it, a pedestal, two chairs, a folding table, etc., are standing out in the room. Afternoon light; the sun is going down; a little later it begins to grow dusk.
Gina stands in the passage doorway, with a little box and a wet glass plate in her hand, and is speaking to somebody outside.
Gina.
Yes, certainly. When I make a promise I keep it. The first dozen shall be ready on Monday. Good afternoon.
[Some one is heard going downstairs. Gina shuts the door, slips the plate into the box, and puts it into the covered camera.
Hedvig.
[Comes in from the kitchen.] Are they gone?
Gina.
[Tidying up.] Yes, thank goodness, I've got rid of them at last.