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 A Third Gentleman.

I hear the coffee and maraschino are to be served in the music-room.

The Flabby Gentleman.

Bravo! Then perhaps Mrs. Sörby will play us something.

The Thin-haired Gentleman.

[In a low voice.] I hope Mrs. Sörby mayn't play us a tune we don't like, one of these days!

The Flabby Gentleman.

Oh no, not she! Bertha will never turn against her old friends.

[They laugh and pass into the inner room.

Werle.

[In a low voice, dejectedly.] I don't think anybody noticed it, Gregers.

Gregers.

[Looks at him.] Noticed what?

Werle.

Did you not notice it either?

Gregers.

What do you mean?

Werle.

We were thirteen at table.

Gregers.

Indeed? Were there thirteen of us?