They laugh and go into the room.
Werle (in a low voice and depressed). I don’t think any of them noticed it, Gregers.
Gregers (looking at him). What?
Werle. Didn’t you notice it either?
Gregers. What should I notice?
Werle. We were thirteen at table.
Gregers. Really? We were thirteen?
Werle (glancing at Hjalmar Ekdal). We generally have twelve. (To the others.) This way, gentlemen!
He and those who had remained behind with the exception of Hjalmar and Gregers go out through the door at the back and off right.
Hjalmar (who has heard everything). You shouldn’t have asked me, Gregers.