Mrs Sorby. Yes, in Mr. Werle’s domain, it is prohibited, Chamberlain.
Thin-haired Gentleman. Since when have you promulgated these stringent articles of cigar-law, Mrs. Sorby?
Mrs Sorby. Since our last dinner, Chamberlain, for then we had certain persons here who went too far.
Thin-haired Gentleman. And you would not permit a slight overstepping of the bounds, Mrs. Bertha? Really not?
Mrs Sorby. In no respect, Chamberlain Balle.
Most of the guests have come into Mr. Werle’s room. The waiters take round glasses of punch.
Werle (to Hjalmar, going up to the table). What are you poring over there, Ekdal?
Hjalmar. Only an album, Mr. Werle.
Thin-haired Gentleman (who is walking about). Aha! Photographs! Yes, that’s something in your line.
Fat Gentleman (in an arm-chair). Haven’t you brought along any of your own?