Oh those two brutes, those slaves of all the vices! A hat must be procured. [Takes another piece of bread and butter.] Some arrangement must be made. For I have no mind to throw away my life, either.
[Looks for something on the tray.
Gina.
What are you looking for?
Hialmar.
Butter.
Gina.
I'll get some at once. [Goes out into the kitchen.
Hialmar.
[Calls after her.] Oh it doesn’t matter; dry bread is good enough for me.