Hedvig (throwing herself sobbing on Gina’s neck). Mother, mother!
Gina (patting her on the back and sighing). Ah, yes! Relling was right. That is what comes of crazy people going about and presenting intricate claims.
ACT V.
[Hjalmar Ekdal’s studio. Cold gray morning light. Wet snow on the great panes of the sky-light. Gina, in an apron and bib, with a broom and duster in her hand comes from the kitchen and goes towards the door of the sitting-room. At the same time Hedvig comes in hurriedly at the entrance-door.]
Gina (stopping). Well?
Hedvig. Oh, mother, I almost believe he’s down at Relling’s——
Gina. There, you see!
Hedvig. For the porter’s wife said she could hear that Relling had two people with him when he came home in the night.
Gina. That’s just what I thought.
Hedvig. But that’s no good if he won’t come up to us.