Hedvig (going close to him). Aren’t you well, father?
Hjalmar. Well? Oh! yes, so, so. We had a fatiguing walk, Gregers and I.
Gina. You shouldn’t have done that, Ekdal; for you’re not used to it.
Hjalmar. H’m; there’s many a thing a man must accustom himself to in this world. (Walks up and down a little while.) Has anyone been here while I was out?
Gina. No one but the two sweethearts.
Hjalmar. No new orders?
Gina. No, not to-day.
Hedvig. You’ll see, there are sure to be some to-morrow, father.
Hjalmar. I hope there may; for to-morrow I mean to set about work in real earnest.
Hedvig. To-morrow! Oh! but don’t you remember what day it is to-morrow?