Hjalmar. Yes, do.
Gregers (enters with a face beaming with delight and holds out his hands to them). Now, my dear friends (looking at them alternately and whispering to Hjalmar) so it is not yet over?
Hjalmar (aloud). It is over.
Gregers. It is?
Hjalmar. I have passed through the bitterest moments of my life.
Gregers. But the most ennobling, too, I should think.
Hjalmar. Well, at any rate it’s off our hands.
Gina. God forgive you, Mr. Werle.
Gregers (with the utmost astonishment). But I don’t understand this.
Hjalmar. What don’t you understand?