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 I think I'll put on my jacket. Where is my jacket, Gina?

Gina.

Here it is. [Brings the jacket and helps him.]

Hialmar.

That's it! Don't forget to send the coat back to Molvik first thing to-morrow morning.

Gina.

[Laying it away] I'll be sure and see to it.

Hialmar.

[Stretching himself.] After all, there's a more homely feeling about this. A free-and-easy indoor costume suits my whole personality better. Don't you think so, Hedvig?

Hedvig. Yes, father.

Hialmar.

When I loosen my necktie into a pair of flowing ends—like this—eh?

Hedvig.

Yes, that goes so well with your moustache and the sweep of your curls.

Hialmar.

I should not call them curls exactly; I should rather say locks.

Hedvig.

Yes, they are two[*sic] big for curls.

Hialmar. Locks describes them better.