Hjalmar (pushing the cup of coffee from him). That too! I shall have to go into all this complicated business—I must reflect; I must have breathing space; I can not bear all these burdens in one day.
Gina. Especially in such awful weather as it is outside.
Hjalmar (putting away the letter from Werle). I see the paper’s still lying here.
Gina. Yes, I’ve not touched it.
Hjalmar. The rag doesn’t concern me——
Gina. I’m sure I don’t intend making any use of it.
Hjalmar. ——but all the same there’s no need to throw it away——in all the confusion of my moving it might so easily be——
Gina. I’ll take good care of it, Ekdal.
Hjalmar. The deed of gift belongs first and foremost to father; and it is for him to say if he intends to make use of it.
Gina (sighing). Yes, poor old father——