I don’t know what you mean.
Hialmar.
I want to know whether—your child has the right to live under my roof.
Gina.
[Draws herself up; her eyes flash.] You ask that!
Hialmar.
You shall answer me this one question: Does Hedvig belong to me—or——? Well!
Gina.
[Looking at him with cold defiance.] I don’t know.
Hialmar.