Gregers. No—I am like my mother, and, no doubt, you remember her.
Hjalmar. And you have left the house, you say——
Gregers. Yes, I’ve moved into a hotel.
Hjalmar. Really! Well, as you’ve come, take off your things and sit down.
Gregers. Thanks. (He takes off his overcoat. He has changed into a simple gray suit of country make.)
Hjalmar. Here, on the sofa. Make yourself at home.
Gregers sits on the sofa, Hjalmar on a chair by the table.
Gregers (looking round). So this is your place, Hjalmar. This is where you live.
Hjalmar. This is the studio, as you can see——
Gina. But it’s roomy; and so we prefer sitting here.