Hjalmar. After a past such as yours? There are certain demands—I am tempted to call them ideal demands——
Gina. But about grandfather? What’s to become of him, poor old fellow?
Hjalmar. I know my duty; the helpless old man goes with me. I will go into the town and make arrangements—— H’m (hesitatingly). Has anyone found my hat on the stairs?
Gina. No. Have you lost it?
Hjalmar. Of course I had it when I came home last night; there’s no doubt about that; but I can’t find it this morning.
Gina. Good Lord! Where did you go with those two ragamuffins?
Hjalmar. Ah! don’t question me on trivial matters. Do you think I am in the mood to remember details?
Gina. So long as you’ve not taken cold, Ekdal——
She goes into the kitchen.
Hjalmar (speaking to himself in a low bitter voice whilst he empties the drawer). You’re a scamp, Relling! A rogue! Ah! shameless tempter! If only I could get some one to kill you!