Hjalmar. Marry her!
Gina. Really, Bertha, at last then!
Relling (his voice trembles slightly). Surely this isn’t true?
Mrs. Sorby. Yes, dear Relling, it is true enough.
Relling. Are you going to marry again now?
Mrs. Sorby. Yes, it looks like it. Werle has got a special license and so we’re going to keep our wedding quite quietly up at the Works.
Gregers. I suppose as a good step-son I must wish you happiness.
Mrs. Sorby. Thank you—if you really mean it. And I hope it will be for both Werle’s and my own happiness.
Relling. You may certainly hope that. Mr. Werle never gets drunk——so far as I know; and he’s certainly not in the habit of beating his wives either, like the late lamented horse-doctor used to do.
Mrs. Sorby. Ah! let Sorby be in peace where he lies. He also had his good sides; he, too——