Well and good. [Opens the letter, takes out a paper, reads it through, and appears bewildered.] What is this——!
Gina.
What does it say?
Hedvig.
Oh yes, father—tell us!
Hialmar.
Be quiet. [Reads it through again; he has turned pale, but says with self-control:] It is a deed of gift, Hedvig.
Hedvig.
Is it? What sort of gift am I to have?
Hialmar.