I shall go out with Molvik this evening.
Mrs. Sörby.
You musn’t do that, Relling. Don’t do it—for my sake.
Relling.
There’s nothing else for it. [To Hialmar.] If you’re going with us, come along.
Gina.
No, thank you. Ekdal doesn’t go in for that sort of dissertation.
Hialmar.
[Half aloud, in vexation.] Oh, do hold your tongue!
Relling.