Gina. Oh, it’ll come in well enough, my dear. And it’s no good to us.
Hedvig. No, I mean we don’t need it to-night, because father’ll be in good spirits anyhow. We’d better save up the room for another time.
Gina (looking across at her). Are you glad to have something pleasant to tell father, when he comes home of an evening?
Hedvig. Yes, for then he’s much more cheerful.
Gina (absently to herself). Oh, yes, there’s something in that.
Old Ekdal comes in again, and is going out by the lower door, left.
Gina (half turning round on her chair). Do you want anything in the kitchen, grandfather?
Ekdal. I do; yes. Sit still.
Goes out.
Gina. Surely he’s not raking about in the glowing embers? (Waiting a moment.) Hedvig, just see what he’s after.