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 Gregers. Oh no, I am sure it's not. Do tell me why you smiled.

Hedvig. Well, this is the reason: whenever I come to realise suddenly—in a flash—what is in there, it always seems to me that the whole room and everything in it should be called "the depths of the sea."—But that is so stupid.

Gregers. You mustn't say that.

Hedvig. Oh yes, for you know it is only a garret.

Gregers. [Looks fixedly at her.] Are you so sure of that?

Hedvig. [Astonished.] That it's a garret?

Gregers. Are you quite certain of it? [Hedvig is silent, and looks at him open-mouthed. Gina comes in from the kitchen with the table things

Gregers. [Rising.] I have come in upon you too early.

Gina. Oh, you must be somewhere; and we're nearly ready now, anyway. Clear the table, Hedvig. [Hedvig clears away her things; she and