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 Hialmar.

[Hanging tip his coat.] No.

Gina.

[Going towards the kitchen door.] Then I'll bring some in for you.

Hialmar. No; let the dinner alone. I want nothing to eat.

Hedvig. [Going nearer to him.] Are you not well, father?

Hialmar.

Well? Oh yes, well enough. We have had a tiring walk, Gregers and I.

Gina.

You didn't ought to have gone so far, Ekdal you're not used to it.

Hialmar.

H'm; there's many a thing a man must get used to in this world. [Wanders about the room.] Has any one been here whilst I was out?

Gina. Nobody but the two sweethearts.

Hialmar. No new orders?

Gina. No, not to-day.

Hedvig.

There will be some to-morrow, father, you'll see.