Gina. Yes, she has shot up so in the last year.
Gregers. It is by these young folks that we best see how old we are ourselves. How long ago is it that you were married?
Gina. Why, we were married in—yes—nearly fifteen years ago.
Gregers. No, really! Is it so long!
Gina (becoming attentive, looking at him). Yes, it is exactly.
Hjalmar. Yes, of course it is. Fifteen years in a few months. (In a changed tone.) Those must have been long years for you up at the Works, Gregers.
Gregers. They seemed so while I lived them—now, I hardly know how the time went.
Old Ekdal enters from his room, without his pipe, but wearing his old lieutenant’s cap; he walks somewhat unsteadily.
Ekdal. I say, Hjalmar, now we can sit down and chat about that—h’m. Whatever was it?
Hjalmar (going up to him). Father, here’s somebody. Gregers Werle—I don’t know if you can remember him.