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 Relling. [Muttering.] Oh, I have my own reasons.

Gina. Do you think young Werle is really mad?

Relling.

No, worse luck; he's no madder than most other people. But one disease he has certainly got in his system.

Gina. What is it that's the matter with him?

Relling.

Well, I'll tell you, Mrs. Ekdal. He is suffering from an acute attack of integrity.

Gina.

Integrity?

Hedvig. Is that a kind of disease?

Relling.

Yes, it's a national disease; but it only appears sporadically. [Nods to Gina.] Thanks for your hospitality. [He goes out by the passage door.

Gina.

[Moving restlessly to and fro.] Ugh, that Gregers Werle—he was always a wretched creature.

Hedvig.

[Standing by the table, and looking searchingly at her.] I think all this is very strange.