Hedvig (jumping and clapping her hands). Oh, mother, mother!
Gina. You see, if you’ll only wait——
Hjalmar (with a paper). See, here we have it.
Hedvig. That? Why, that’s only a piece of paper.
Hjalmar. That’s the bill of fare; the whole bill of fare. Here is written “Menu;” that means bill of fare.
Hedvig. Haven’t you got anything else?
Hjalmar. I’ve forgotten the rest, I tell you. But you may take my word for it, these dainties are not very satisfying. Sit down there by the table and read out the list, and I’ll describe the dishes to you. See here, Hedvig.
Hedvig (choking back her tears). Thanks. (She sits down, but does not read. Gina makes signs to her; Hjalmar notices it.)
Hjalmar (walking up and down). It is really most extraordinary what things the bread-winner of a family is expected to remember, and if he forgets the least of them—he’s sure to be treated to black looks. Well, one gets used to that, too. (Stops near the stove, by the old man.) Have you peeped in there this evening, father?
Ekdal. Yes, you may be sure I did. She’s got into the basket.