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 Hedvig. Do you know, mother—I believe he meant something quite different by that.

Gina. Why, what should he mean?

Hedvig. Oh, I don't know; but it seemed to me he meant something different from what he said—all the time.

Gina. Do you think so? Yes, it was sort of queer.

Hialmar. [Comes back.] The lamp was still burning. [Puts out the candle and sets it down.] Ah, now one can get a mouthful of food at last. [Begins to eat the bread and butter.] Well, you see, Gina—if only you keep your eyes open

Gina. How, keep your eyes open?

Hialmar. Why, haven't we at last had the luck to get the room let? And just think—to a person like Gregers—a good old friend.

Gina. Well, I don't know what to say about it.

Hedvig. Oh mother, you'll see; it'll be such fun!