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 Mrs. Sörby. Thank you very much—if you mean what you say. I certainly hope it will lead to happiness, both for Werle and for me.

Relling. You have every reason to hope that. Mr. Werle never gets drunk—so far as I know; and I don't suppose he's in the habit of thrashing his wives, like the late lamented horse-doctor.

Mrs. Sörby. Come now, let Sörby rest in peace. He had his good points too.

Relling. Mr. Werle has better ones, I have no doubt.

Mrs. Sörby. He hasn't frittered away all that was good in him, at any rate. The man who does that must take the consequences.

Relling. I shall go out with Molvik this evening.

Mrs. Sörby. You musn't do that, Relling. Don't do it—for my sake.

Relling. There's nothing else for it. [To Hialmar.] If you're going with us, come along.

Gina. No, thank you. Ekdal doesn't go in for that sort of dissertation.