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 Werle. Excuse me; but I think my son is staying here.

Gina.

[With a gulp.] Yes.

Hialmar.

[Approaching him.] Won't you do us the honour to?

Werle. Thank you, I merely wish to speak to my son.

Gregers. What is it? Here I am.

Werle. I want a few words with you, in your room.

Gregers. In my room? Very well [About to go.

Gina.

No, no, your room's not in a fit state

Werle.

Well then, out in the passage here; I want to have a few words with you alone.

Hialmar.

You can have them here, sir. Come into the parlour, Relling.

[Hialmar and Relling go off to the right. Gina takes Hedvig with her into the kitchen.