Hjalmar. Let me see that letter.
Hedvig (holding it out to him). There, you can see.
Hjalmar. It is Mr. Werle’s hand.
Gina. Are you sure of that, Ekdal?
Hjalmar. See for yourself.
Gina. Oh! Do you think I understand anything about it?
Hjalmar. Hedvig, may I open the letter—and read it?
Hedvig. Yes, of course you may, if you like.
Gina. No, not to-night, Ekdal; why it’s for to-morrow.
Hedvig (in a low tone). Oh! do let him read it! It’s sure to be something nice, and then father’ll be glad and he’ll be in good spirits again.