Gina. He won’t have anyone in this evening.
Hedvig (making signs). H’m! h’m!
Gina (not seeing her). He’s been in here, and got warm water.
Hjalmar. Aha! He’s sitting in there?
Gina. Yes, that’s so.
Hjalmar. Good Heavens! My poor, white-haired old father?—Yes, just let him alone for once and enjoy himself.
Old Ekdal in an old coat, and with a lighted pipe, enters from his room.
Ekdal. Got home? I thought I heard you chattering.
Hjalmar. I’ve just come in.
Ekdal. So you didn’t see me? You didn’t?