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 Hedvig.

Oh, you mustn't see it now. Mother is to give it to me to-morrow morning before I'm up.

Hialmar.

What is all this hocus-pocus that I am to be kept in the dark about!

Hedvig.

[Quickly.] Oh no, you may see it if you like. It's a big letter.

[Takes the letter out of her cloak pocket.

Hialmar.

A letter too?

Hedvig.

Yes, it is only a letter. The rest will come afterwards, I suppose. But fancy—a letter! I've never had a letter before. And there's "Miss" written upon it. [Reads.] "Miss Hedvig Ekdal." Only fancy—that's me!

Hialmar.

Let me see that letter.

Hedvig.

[Hands it to him.] There it is.

Hialmar.

That is Mr. Werle's hand.

Gina.

Are you sure of that, Ekdal?

Hialmar.

Look for yourself.