Gina. I suppose he thought he’d be free of the house.
Hjalmar. Only that? Wasn’t he afraid of a certain result?
Gina. I don’t understand what you mean.
Hjalmar. I want to know if—your child has the right to live under my roof.
Gina (drawing herself up, her eyes flashing). And you ask that?
Hjalmar. You must answer me this one question: Is Hedvig my child, or——? Well!
Gina (looks at him with cold defiance). I don’t know.
Hjalmar (shudders slightly). You don’t know!
Gina. How should I know? Such a woman as I?
Hjalmar (quietly turning from her). Then I have nothing more to do in this house.