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 Gina.

Yes, there's plenty of good things going in that house, I can tell you.

Hedvig.

[Goes on drawing.] And I believe I'm a little hungry too. [Old Ekdal, with the paper parcel under his arm and another parcel in his coat pocket, comes in by the entrance door.

Gina.

How late you are to-day, grandfather!

Ekdal.

They had locked the office door. Had to wait in Gråberg's room. And then they let me through—h'm.

Hedvig.

Did you get some more copying to do, grandfather?

Ekdal.

This whole packet. Just look.

Gina. That's capital.

Hedvig. And you have another parcel in your pocket.

Ekdal.

Eh? Oh never mind, that's nothing. [Puts his stick away in a corner.] This work will keep me going a long time, Gina. [Opens one of the sliding-doors in the back wall a little.] Hush! [Peeps into the room for a moment, then pushes the door carefully to again.]