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 Werle. [Between his teeth.] That idiot Gråberg!

Gregers.

[Open-mouthed and staring, to Hialmar.] Why surely that wasn't!

The Flabby Gentleman.

What's the matter? Who was it?

Gregers.

Oh, nobody, only the bookkeeper and some one with him.

The Short-sighted Gentleman.

[To Hialmar.] Did you know that man?

Hialmar.

I don't know—I didn't notice

The Flabby Gentleman.

What the deuce has come over every one? [He Joins another group who are talking softly.

Mrs. Sörby.

[Whispers to the Servant. Give him something to take with him;—something good, mind

Pettersen.

[Nods.] I'll see to it. [Goes out.

Gregers.

[Softly and with emotion, to Hialmar.] So that was really he!