Gina.
No, Bertha, Ekdal doesn’t need anything from Mr. Werle now.
Hialmar.
[Slowly, and with emphasis.] Will you present my compliments to your future husband, and say that I intend very shortly to call upon Mr. Gråberg——
Gregers.
What! You don’t really mean that?
Hialmar.
To call upon Mr. Gråberg, I say, and obtain an account of the sum I owe his principal. I will pay that debt of honour—ha ha ha! a debt of honour, let us call it! In any case, I will pay the whole, with five per cent. interest.
Gina.
But, my dear Ekdal, God knows we haven’t got the money to do it.