Ekdal (looking at Gregers, who has risen). Werle? Is that the son, eh?—What does he want with me?
Hjalmar. Nothing; he has come to see me.
Ekdal. Then nothing’s up?
Hjalmar. No, certainly not.
Ekdal (swinging his arms). Not that I care, you know, I’m not afraid, but——
Gregers (going up to him). I only wanted to bring you a greeting from the old hunting-grounds, Lieutenant Ekdal.
Ekdal. Hunting-grounds?
Gregers. Yes, up there round about the Hojdal Works.
Ekdal. Oh? up there? I knew them well once on a time.
Gregers. At that time you were a great sportsman.