Gina.
Yes, of course he’s in the garret.
Hialmar.
H'm—poor lonely old man.
[He takes a piece of bread and butter, eats it, and finishes his cup of coffee.
Gina.
If we hadn’t have let that room, you could have moved in there.
Hialmar.
And continued to live under the same roof with——! Never,—never!
Gina.