Hialmar.

Yes, of course I do. That is—in a sort of way.

Gregers.

For surely nothing in the world can compare with the joy of forgiving one who has erred, and raising her up to oneself in love.

Hialmar.

Do you think a man can so easily throw off the effects of the bitter cup I have drained?

Gregers.

No, not a common man, perhaps. But a man like you——!

Hialmar.

Good God! I know that well enough. But you must keep me up to it, Gregers. It takes time, you know.