Gina.
[Following with the portmanteau.] Why not leave all the rest for the present, and only take a shirt and a pair of woollen drawers with you?
Hialmar.
Whew!—all these exhausting preparations——!
[Pulls off his overcoat and throws it upon the sofa.
Gina.
And there’s the coffee getting cold.
Hialmar.
H'm.
[Drinks a mouthful without thinking of it, and then another.