Hialmar.
Mr. Werle writes to Hedvig that her old grandfather need not trouble himself any longer with the copying, but that he can henceforth draw on the office for a hundred crowns a month——
Gregers.
Aha!
Hedvig.
A hundred crowns, mother! I read that.
Gina.
What a good thing for grandfather!
Hialmar.
——a hundred crowns a month so long as he needs it—that means, of course, so long as he lives.