Hjalmar (delighted, rising). Yes, didn’t it? Don’t you think it fitted in remarkably?
Gregers. Yes, I must confess it did. Father seems to have been almost a sort of Providence to you.
Hjalmar (moved). He did not forsake the son of his old friend in his hour of need, for he has a heart, you see.
Enter Mrs. Sorby leaning on the arm of Mr. Werle.
Mrs. Sorby. No nonsense, dear Mr. Werle; you mustn’t stop in there any longer staring up at the lights. It is not good for you.
Werle (dropping her arm and passing his hands over his eyes). I almost think you are right!
Pettersen and the Hired Waiter Jensen enter with trays.
Mrs. Sorby (to the guests in the other room). This way, please, gentlemen. Anyone who wants a glass of punch must come here for it.
Enter the Fat Gentleman.
Fat Gentleman (coming up to Mrs. Sorby). But, good Heavens! is it true that you have abolished our blessed liberty to smoke?