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 trifle, he is treated to sour faces at once. Well, well, one gets used to that too. [Stops near the stove, by the old man's chair.] Have you peeped in there this evening, father?

Ekdal.

Yes, to be sure I have. She's gone into the basket.

Hialmar.

Ah, she has gone into the basket. Then she's beginning to get used to it.

Ekdal.

Yes; just as I prophesied. But you know there are still a few little things

Hialmar. A few improvements, yes.

Ekdal. They've got to be made, you know.

Hialmar.

Yes, let us have a talk about the improvements, father. Come, let us sit on the sofa.

Ekdal.

All right. H'm—think I'll just fill my pipe first. Must clean it out, too. H'm.

[He goes into his room.

Gina. [Smiling to Hialmar.] His pipe!

Hialmar. Oh yes yes, Gina; let him alone—the poor