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 Gråberg.

Excuse me, sir, but I can't get out.

Werle.

Have you been locked in again?

Gråberg.

Yes, and Flakstad has carried off the keys.

Werle.

Well, you can pass out this way.

Gråberg.

But there's some one else

Werle.

All right; come through, both of you. Don't be afraid.

[Gråberg and Old Ekdal come out of the office.

Werle.

[Involuntarily.] Ugh!

[The laughter and talk among the Guests cease. Hialmar starts at the sight of his father, puts down his glass, and turns towards the fireplace.

Ekdal.

[Does not look up, but makes little bows to both sides as he passes, murmuring.] Beg pardon, come the wrong way. Door locked—door locked. Beg pardon.

[He and Gråberg go out by the back, to the right.