Gina. Poor old grandfather! It’s a long while since anyone’d trust him with anything. (Hjalmar Ekdal enters, right, in a top coat and grey felt hat. Throwing down her work and getting up.) Well, I never, Ekdal, you here already?
Hedvig (jumping up at the same time). Fancy! You here so soon, father?
Hjalmar (putting down his hat). Yes; most of them were leaving.
Hedvig. So early?
Hjalmar. Yes, it was a dinner-party. (About to take off his top coat.)
Gina. Let me help you.
Hedvig. And me, too.
They help him off with his coat. Gina hangs it up on the wall at back.
Hedvig. Were there many people there, father?
Hjalmar. Oh, no, not many. There were twelve or fourteen of us at table.