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 Hedvig.

[Shaking him.] Oh no, you're not to say anything, father

Hialmar.

It cuts me to the heart when I think what a poor affair it will be; only a little festivity in the garret

Hedvig.

Oh, but that's just what I like!

Relling.

Just you wait till the wonderful invention sees the light, Hedvig!

Hialmar.

Yes indeed—then you shall see! Hedvig, I have resolved to make your future secure. You shall live in comfort all your days. I will demand—something or other—on your behalf. That shall be the poor inventor's sole reward.

Hedvig.

[Whispering, with her arms round his neck.] Oh you dear, kind father!

Relling.

[To Gregers.] Come now, don't you find it pleasant, for once in a way, to sit at a well-spread table in a happy family circle?

Hialmar.

Ah yes, I really prize these social hours.

Gregers. For my part, I don't thrive in marsh vapours.