Gina (putting a heap of magazines on the table). Hadn’t I better tell Hedvig to cut them for you?
Hjalmar. They need not be cut for me.
A short pause.
Gina. Then you’re still determined to leave us, Ekdal?
Hjalmar (running over the books). Surely that’s self understood.
Gina. Very well.
Hjalmar (fiercely). For I can’t stop here to have my heart pierced every hour of the day!
Gina. God forgive you, for thinking so poorly of me.
Hjalmar. Prove——
Gina. I think it’s for you to prove.