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 Werle. How long will that last?

Gregers. I think it will last my time.

Werle. What do you mean?

Gregers. I shall answer no more questions.

Werle. Good-bye then, Gregers.

Gregers. Good-bye. [Werle goes.

Hialmar. [Peeping in.] He's gone, isn't he?

Gregers. Yes.

Hialmar and Relling enter; also Gina and Hedvig from the kitchen.

Relling. That luncheon-party was a failure.

Gregers. Put on your coat, Hialmar; I want you to come for a long walk with me.

Hialmar. With pleasure. What was it your father wanted? Had it anything to do with me?