Hjalmar. It is good at times to ponder upon the seamy side of existence.
Hedvig, with hat and cloak, delighted and out of breath, comes in at the entrance door.
Gina. Are you back again already?
Hedvig. Yes, I didn’t want to stop any longer. And it’s a good thing I didn’t, for I met somebody at the door.
Hjalmar. I suppose it was that Mrs. Sorby.
Hedvig. Yes.
Hjalmar (walking up and down). I hope you’ve seen her for the last time.
A pause. Hedvig looks shyly from one to the other as if to see what it all means.
Hedvig (going up to him coaxingly). Father!
Hjalmar. Well—what is it, Hedvig?