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 Hialmar.

Light the lamp for me, please!

Gina.

[Lighting the lamp.] And of course we don't know as it's Mr. Werle himself; it may be Gråberg

Hialmar.

Why attempt such an evasion?

Gina. I don't know; I only thought

Hialmar.

H'm!

Gina.

It wasn't me that got grandfather that copying. It was Bertha, when she used to come about us.

Hialmar.

It seems to me your voice is trembling.

Gina. [Putting the lamp-shade on.] Is it?

Hialmar.

And your hands are shaking, are they not?

Gina.

[Firmly.] Come right out with it, Ekdal. What has he been saying about me?

Hialmar.

Is it true—can it be true that—that there was an—an understanding between you and Mr. Werle, while you were in service there?