Gina. Yes, grandfather can’t do without the rabbits, I’m sure.
Hjalmar. He will have to get used to that. I have to renounce higher things in life than rabbits.
Gina (dusting the book-case). Shall I put the flute into the portmanteau for you?
Hjalmar. No. No flute for me. But give me the pistol.
Gina. Do you want to take the pigstol?
Hjalmar. Yes. My loaded pistol.
Gina (looking for it). It’s gone. He must have taken it in there with him.
Hjalmar. Is he in the loft.
Gina. Of course he’s in the loft.
Hjalmar. H’m—the lonely old man.