Hjalmar. Not the man!
Gregers. “You will see that,” he said.
Hjalmar. You were to see that I would allow myself to be bought with money——
Hedvig. But, mother, what’s the matter?
Gina. Go and take off your things.
Hedvig goes out almost crying, at the kitchen door.
Gregers. Yes, Hjalmar—now we shall see who is right—he or I.
Hjalmar (slowly tears the paper across, and lays both pieces on the table). Here is my answer.
Gregers. I expected it.
Hjalmar (going up to Gina who stands by the oven, and speaking in a low tone). And now no more deceit. If the connection between you and him was quite at an end, when you—came to care for me, as you call it—why did he make it possible for us to marry?