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 Ekdal.

[Presently, coming to the door again.] H'm; I say, Hialmar, I'm not so very busy, you know.

Hialmar.

I thought you were writing.

Ekdal.

Oh, devil take it! can't Gråberg wait a day or two? After all, it's not a matter of life and death

Hialmar.

No; and you're not his slave either.

Ekdal. And about that other business in there

Hialmar.

Just what I was thinking of. Do you want to go in. Shall I open the door for you?

Ekdal. Well, it wouldn't be a bad notion.

Hialmar.

[Rises.] Then we'd have that off our hands.

Ekdal.

Yes, exactly. It's got to be ready first thing to-morrow. It is to-morrow, isn't it? H'm?

Hialmar.

Yes, of course it's to-morrow.

[Hialmar and Ekdal push aside each his