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 Hedvig.

Yes, I didn't care to go any farther. It was a good thing, too; for I've just met some one at the door.

Hialmar.

It must have been that Mrs. Sörby.

Hedvig.

Yes.

Hialmar.

[Walks up and down.] I hope you have seen her for the last time.

[Silence. Hedvig, discouraged, looks first at one and then at the other, trying to divine their frame of mind.

Hedvig.

[Approaching, coaxingly.] Father.

Hialmar.

Well—what is it, Hedvig?

Hedvig.

Mrs. Sörby had something with her for me.

Hialmar.

[Stops.] For you?

Hedvig.

Yes. Something for to-morrow.

Gina.

Bertha has always given you some little thing on your birthday.

Hialmar.

What is it?