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 now they are over, I hardly know how the time has gone. [Old Ekdal comes from his room without his pipe, but with his old-fashioned uniform cap on his head; his gait is somewhat unsteady.

Ekdal.

Come now, Hialmar, let's sit down and have a good talk about this—h'm—what was it again?

Hialmar.

[Going towards him.] Father, we have a visitor here—Gregers Werle.—I don't know if you remember him.

Ekdal.

[Looking at Gregers, who has risen.] Werle? Is that the son? What does he want with me?

Hialmar. Nothing; it's me he has come to see.

Ekdal. Oh! Then there's nothing wrong?

Hialmar. No, no, of course not.

Ekdal. [With a large gesture.] Not that I'm afraid, you know; but

Gregers.

[Goes over to him.] I bring you a greeting from your old hunting-grounds, Lieutenant Ekdal.