Gina. What could that be?
Hedvig. Why, I don’t know, but it was just as if he meant something different from what he was saying—all the time.
Gina. Do you think so? It was certainly strange.
Hjalmar (returning). The lamp was still alight. (Puts out the light and puts it down.) Ah, at last one can get a mouthful to eat. (Begins eating the bread and butter.) Now, you see, Gina, if one only makes a little effort——
Gina. How, effort?
Hjalmar. Yes, for it’s a blessing after all we’ve at last let that room for a time. And only think—to a fellow like Gregers—a dear, old friend.
Gina. I hardly know what to say about it, I don’t.
Hedvig. Oh, mother, you’ll see it’ll be such fun.
Hjalmar. You are strange. First you were so anxious to let it, and now you don’t like it.
Gina. Yes, Ekdal; if it had only been to some one else, but what do you think Mr. Werle will say?