Gina.
[Dusting the backs of the chairs.] A nice job you’ll have to find such another big garret for the rabbits.
Hialmar.
What! Am I to drag all those rabbits with me too?
Gina.
You don’t suppose grandfather can get on without his rabbits.
Hialmar.
He must just get used to doing without them. Have not I to sacrifice very much greater things than rabbits!
Gina.
[Dusting the bookcase.] Shall I put the flute in the portmanteau for you?