Gregers. What have you decided to do?
Hjalmar. For a man like me, there is but one way. I am busy just getting my most important papers together. But, of course, you know that takes time.
Gina (somewhat impatiently). Am I to get the room ready for you, or am I to pack the portmanteau?
Hjalmar (with a vexed side-glance at Gregers). Pack—and get the room ready!——
Gina (taking up the portmanteau). All right, then I’ll put in the shirt and the other things.
She goes into the sitting-room and shuts the door after her.
Gregers (after a short pause). I never thought it would end like this. Is it really necessary for you to leave house and home?
Hjalmar (walking about uneasily). What would you have me do? I was not made to bear unhappiness, Gregers. I must have comfort, and security, and peace about me.
Gregers. But can’t you have that? Only try it. Now, it seems to me, there is firm ground here to build upon—and begin from the beginning. And remember you’ve the invention to live for.
Hjalmar. Don’t speak of the invention. Perhaps there’s nothing much in it.