Gina. Yes, I did. It’s in a lovely state; he’s managed to make a mess of it as soon as ever he got in.
Hjalmar. How so?
Gina. Why he wanted to do everything himself, he said. And so he wanted to light the stove too; and then he screwed down the register, so that the whole room was full of smoke. Uh! It stank like——
Hjalmar. Well, I never!
Gina. But the best’s to come; for then he wanted to put out the fire, and so he must needs empty the whole of his water-jug into the stove, so that the room’s like a pig-stye.
Hjalmar. That’s a nuisance.
Gina. I’ve sent the porter’s wife there now, to clean up after him, the pig. But the place’ll not be fit to be in till this afternoon.
Hjalmar. Where’s he gone then in the meantime?
Gina. He was going out, he said.
Hjalmar. I looked in a moment, too—after you’d gone out.