Mrs. Sorby. Yes, indeed it is. I hope I’m not in the way.
Hjalmar. Not in the least; an emissary from that house——
Mrs. Sorby. Frankly, I didn’t expect to find your men-folk at home about this time; and so I ran up for a little chat with you, and to bid you good-by.
Gina. Really? Are you going away?
Mrs. Sorby. Yes, early to-morrow; up to Hojdal. Mr. Werle left this afternoon. (Lightly to Gregers.) He sent his greetings to you.
Gina. Well, I never!——
Hjalmar. So Mr. Werle has gone away? And now you are going after him!
Mrs. Sorby. Yes, what do you think of that, Ekdal?
Hjalmar. I say, be on your guard.
Gregers. I can explain it to you. My father is going to marry Mrs. Sorby.