Hialmar.
Gina, where is she?
Gina.
[Sniffs.] Poor dear, she’s sitting out in the kitchen, I dare say.
Hialmar.
[Goes over, tears open the kitchen door, and says:] Hedvig, come, come in to me! [Looks round.] No, she’s not here.
Gina.
Then she must be in her own little room.
Hialmar.
[Without.] No, she’s not here either. [Comes in.] She must have gone out.