Relling. And Molvik and I live underneath you, so you’re not far from the doctor and priest, if you should want anything of the sort.
Gregers. That might be; for yesterday we were thirteen at table.
Hjalmar. Oh! now don’t bring up such disagreeable things again!
Relling. You needn’t trouble, Ekdal, for it won’t hurt you.
Hjalmar. I hope so for the sake of my family. But let’s sit down and eat, and drink, and be merry.
Gregers. Shall we not wait for your father?
Hjalmar. No, he’ll have his taken into him presently. Come along!
The men sit down at the table, and eat and drink. Gina and Hedvig go in and out waiting on them.
Relling. Molvik was horribly drunk yesterday, Mrs. Ekdal.
Gina. What! Yesterday again?