Hedvig (slowly). I see; you mean that my constitution's changing, and I ought to behave as such?
Gregers. Exactly, I'm what Americans would term a "crank"—but I believe in you, HEDVIG.
[HEDVIG takes down the pistol from the mantelpiece, and goes into the garret with flashing eyes; GINA comes in.
Hialmar (looking in at door with hesitation; he is unwashed and dishevelled). Has anybody happened to see my hat?
Gina. Gracious, what a sight you are! Sit down and have some breakfast, do. [She brings it.
Hialmar (indignantly). What! touch food under this roof? Never! (Helps himself to bread-and-butter and coffee.) Go and pack up my scientific uncut books, my manuscripts, and all the best rabbits, in my portmanteau. I am going away for ever. On second thoughts, I shall stay in the spare room for another day or two—it won't be the same as living with you!
[He takes some salt meat.
Gregers. Must you go? Just when you've got nice firm ground to build upon—thanks to me! Then there's your great invention, too.
Hialmar. Everything's invented already. And I only cared about my invention because, although it doesn't exist yet, I thought HEDVIG believed in it, with all the strength of her sweet little shortsighted eyes! But now I don't believe in HEDVIG!
[He pours himself out another cup of coffee.