Ekdal. They’d locked the office. Had to wait with Graberg. And then they let me pass out. H’m!
Hedvig. Did they give you anything more to copy, grandfather?
Ekdal. All this lot. Look!
Gina. That is good.
Hedvig. And you’ve a parcel in your pocket too.
Ekdal. Oh, nonsense, that’s nothing! (Puts his stick in the corner.) This’ll find me in work for a long time, this will, Gina. (Pushing the one-half of the door in the back a little aside.) Hush! (He looks into the room for a moment, and carefully pushes the other side of the door back.) He! he! They’re all asleep together in a bunch. And even she’s got into the basket. He! he!
Hedvig. Are you quite sure she’s not cold in the basket, grandfather?
Ekdal. What an idea? Cold? With all that straw? (Goes to the further door left.) I suppose I shall find matches?
Gina. The matches are on the chest of drawers.
Ekdal goes into the room.