Mrs. Sorby. Oh, you might have found him something better than that.
Pettersen. No, I couldn’t, Mrs. Sorby. Brandy’s the best thing for him.
Fat Gentleman (by the door, with a volume of music in his hand). Shall we play something together, Mrs. Sorby?
Mrs. Sorby. Certainly—let us.
Guests. Bravo, bravo!
She and all the Guests pass out of the room, right. Gregers remains standing by the fire-place. Mr. Werle looks for something on the writing-table and seems to wish Gregers to go. As the latter does not move, Mr. Werle goes towards entrance door.
Gregers. Father, won’t you wait a moment?
Werle (stopping). What is it?
Gregers. I must have a word with you.
Werle. Can’t it wait till we’re alone?