Hjalmar. Then I may open it.
Hedvig. Yes, please do, father. It’ll be such fun to know what it is.
Hjalmar. Good. (He opens the letter, takes out a paper, reads it through and seems confused.) What is this!——
Gina. What’s in it, then?
Hedvig. Oh, yes, father—tell us!
Hjalmar. Be silent. (Reads it through again; he turns pale but masters himself.) It’s a deed of gift, Hedvig.
Hedvig. Fancy! What is it I’m to have?
Hjalmar. Read it yourself. (Hedvig goes to the lamp and reads a moment.)
Hjalmar (in a low voice, clenching his hands). The eyes! the eyes!—and now this letter!
Hedvig (leaves off reading). Yes, but I think this is meant for grandfather.