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 The Flabby Gentleman.

Oh, that's a pity. Well, what shall we do, Balle?

[Both Gentlemen move away and pass into the other room.

Hialmar.

[Gloomily.] Gregers—I am going! When a man has felt the crushing hand of Fate, you see Say good-bye to your father for me.

Gregers.

Yes, yes. Are you going straight home?

Hialmar.

Yes. Why?

Gregers.

Oh, because I may perhaps look in on you later.

Hialmar.

No, you mustn't do that. You must not come to my home. Mine is a melancholy abode, Gregers; especially after a splendid banquet like this. We can always arrange to meet somewhere in the town.

Mrs. Sörby.

[Who has quietly approached.] Are you going, Ekdal?

Hialmar.

Yes.

Mrs. Sörby.

Remember me to Gina.