[His voice quivering a little.] This is surely not true?
Mrs. Sörby.
Yes, my dear Relling, it’s true enough.
Relling.
You are going to marry again?
Mrs. Sörby.
Yes, it looks like it. Werle has got a special licence, and we are going to be married quite quietly, up at the works.
Gregers.
Then I must wish you all happiness, like a dutiful stepson.
Mrs. Sörby.