Hedvig. Mrs. Sorby had brought me something.
Hjalmar (stopping still). For you?
Hedvig. Yes. It’s something for to-morrow.
Gina. Bertha has always brought some little thing for you on that day.
Hjalmar. What is it?
Hedvig. You mustn’t know now; for mother’s to give it me in bed to-morrow morning.
Hjalmar. Ah! All this companionship from which I am shut out!
Hedvig (quickly). No, you can see if you like it. It’s a big letter. (Taking the letter from her cloak pocket.)
Hjalmar. A letter, too?
Hedvig. Yes, it’s only a letter. I suppose the other’s coming later. But fancy—a letter! I’ve never had a letter before. And there’s “Miss” on the outside. (Reads.) “Miss Hedvig Ekdal.” Fancy—that’s me.