Hjalmar. No, you mustn’t do that. Not at my home. My house is dreary, Gregers, especially after such a brilliant festivity as this. We can always meet somewhere outside in the town.
Mrs. Sorby (who has come up, in a low voice). Are you going, Ekdal?
Hjalmar. Yes.
Mrs. Sorby. Remember me to Gina.
Hjalmar. Thanks.
Mrs. Sorby. And tell her that I shall look her up one of these days.
Hjalmar. Oh, thanks. (To Gregers.) Stop here. I want to slip out unobserved.
He crosses the room, passes into the other room, and goes out, right.
Mrs. Sorby (aside to the servant, who has returned). Well, did you give the old man something?
Pettersen. Yes, I did. I gave him a bottle of brandy.