Gina (rising). Of course, I do—but in the meantime let’s get him to bed.
Hjalmar. Yes, let us do so.
They take up the old man carefully.
ACT III.
[Hjalmar Ekdal’s studio. It is morning; daylight streams in through the great panes of glass in the slanting roof; the curtain is drawn back.]
[Hjalmar is sitting at the table busy retouching a photograph; several other portraits are lying in front of him. After a little while Gina comes in from the entrance-door in her hat and cloak; she has a covered basket on her arm.]
Hjalmar. Are you back again, Gina?
Gina. Ah, yes! One must look sharp.
Puts the basket on a chair, and takes off her things.
Hjalmar. Did you look in at Gregers’?