Well, and then?
Gina.
I suppose you’ve got to know it. He gave me no peace until he’d had his way.
Hialmar.
[Striking his hands together.] And this is the mother of my child! How could you hide this from me?
Gina.
Yes, it was wrong of me; I ought certainly to have told you long ago.
Hialmar.
You should have told me at the very first;—then I should have known the sort of woman you were.
Gina.