Jensen. The devil he has! He been a lieutenant?
Pettersen. That he has. But then he went into the timber trade or something of the sort. They say he played Mr. Werle a very dirty trick once. For the two were partners then up at the Hojdal Works, you know. Ah, I know good old Ekdal, I do. We drink many a good bottle of beer and bitters together at Mrs. Ericksen’s.
Jensen. Surely he hasn’t got much to stand treat with?
Pettersen. Lord, Jensen, of course you understand that I pay. For I think one should be polite to better people who’ve come down in the world.
Jensen. Did he go bankrupt?
Pettersen. No, it was worse than that. He was sent to gaol.
Jensen. Gaol?
Pettersen. Or the house of correction, or something. (Listening.) Hush! they’re coming from the table.
The doors of the dining-room are thrown open by a couple of servants from within. Mrs. Sorby, talking to two gentlemen, comes out. Gradually all the guests follow, among these Mr. Werle. Hjalmar Ekdal and Gregers Werle enter last.
Mrs. Sorby (to the servants, as she passes along). Pettersen, have the coffee served in the music-room.