Hedvig. Fancy! So much as that?
Gina. Exactly eight crowns, fifty ore.
A pause. Gina takes up her work. Hedvig takes up paper and pencil and begins drawing something, shading her eyes with her left hand.
Hedvig. Isn’t it funny to think of father having a grand dinner at Mr. Werle’s?
Gina. You can’t say he’s dining with Mr. Werle. You know it was his son who invited him. (Quickly.) We’ve nothing to do with Mr. Werle.
Hedvig. I’m looking forward so to father coming home. For he promised he’d ask Mrs. Sorby for something nice for me.
Gina. Yes, you may be sure there are plenty of good things in that house.
Hedvig (going on drawing). And I’m just a little bit hungry, too.
Old Ekdal, with a parcel of papers under his arm, and another in his coat-pocket, comes in through the entrance-door.
Gina. How late grandfather is to-day.