Hjalmar. Yes, it’s really very extraordinary of you.
Gina (to Gregers). But tell me, are you thinking of stopping in town then for the present?
Gregers (putting on his overcoat). Yes, now I think of stopping here.
Hjalmar. But not at home with your father? What do you mean to do?
Gregers. Ah! If only I knew that I should not be so badly off. But when one has the misfortune to be called Gregers—“Gregers”—and then “Werle” after it; have you ever heard anything so hideous?
Hjalmar. Oh! I don’t think that so bad.
Gregers. Huh! Pish! I should feel inclined to spit at a fellow with such a name. But when one has the misfortune to be Gregers—Werle here on earth, as I have——
Hjalmar (laughing). Ha—ha! If you weren’t Gregers Werle, what else would you be?
Gregers. If I had my choice, I should prefer being a clever dog.
Gina. A dog!