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 Hedvig. [Making signs.] H'm—h'm!

Gina.

[Not noticing.]he has been in to fetch hot water

Hialmar. Aha! Then he's

Gina. Yes, I suppose so.

Hialmar.

Oh God! my poor old white-haired father!—Well, well; there let him sit and get all the enjoyment he can.

[Old Ekdal, in an indoor coat and with a lighted pipe, comes from his room.

Ekdal.

Got home? Thought it was you I heard talking.

Hialmar.

Yes, I have just come.

Ekdal. You didn't see me, did you?

Hialmar.

No; but they told me you had passed through—so I thought I would follow you.

Ekdal.

H'm, good of you, Hialmar.—Who were they, all those fellows?

Hialmar.

Oh, all sorts of people. There was Chamber