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 Hialmar.

Thanks.

Mrs. Sörby.

And say I am coming up to see her one of these days.

Hialmar.

Yes, thank you. [To Gregers.] Stay here; I will slip out unobserved.

[He saunters away, then into the other room, and so out to the right.

Mrs. Sörby.

[Softly to the Servant, who has come back.] Well, did you give the old man something?

Pettersen.

Yes; I sent him off with a bottle of cognac.

Mrs. Sörby.

Oh, you might have thought of something better than that.

Pettersen.

Oh no, Mrs. Sörby; cognac is what he likes best in the world.

The Flabby Gentleman.

[In the doorway with a sheet of music in his hand.] Shall we play a duet, Mrs. Sörby?

Mrs. Sörby.

Yes, suppose we do.

The Guests.

Bravo, bravo!

[She goes with all the Guests through the back room, out to the right. Gregers