[Lays a heap of magazines on the table.] Shan’t I get Hedvig to cut them for you?
Hialmar.
I don’t require to have them cut for me.
[Short silence.
Gina.
Then you’re still set on leaving us, Ekdal?
Hialmar.
[Rummaging amongst the books.] Yes, that is a matter of course, I should think.
Gina.
Well, well.