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 Gregers Werle.

[Bareheaded, in indoor dress, enters and slops near the door.] H'm!

Hedvig.

[Turns and goes towards him.] Good morning. Please come in.

Gregers.

Thank you. [Looking towards the garret.] You seem to have workpeople in the house.

Hedvig.

No, it is only father and grandfather. I'll tell them you are here.

Gregers.

No no, don't do that; I would rather wait a little. [Seats himself on the sofa.

Hedvig.

It looks so untidy here [Begins to clear away the photographs.

Gregers.

Oh, don't take them away. Are those prints that have to be finished off?

Hedvig. Yes, they are a few I was helping father with.

Gregers. Please don't let me disturb you.

Hedvig. Oh no.

[She gathers the things to her and sits down to work; Gregers looks at her, meanwhile, in silence.