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 Gina.

And your nice winter coat too! Well, that's done for.

Hedvig.

[At the kitchen door.] Mother, hadn't I better? [Sees Hialmar, gives a loud scream of joy, and runs to him.] Oh, father, father!

Hialmar.

[Turns away and makes a gesture of repulsion.] Away, away, away! [To Gina.] Keep her away from me, I say!

Gina.

[In a low tone.] Go into the sitting-room, Hedvig. [Hedvig does so without a word.

Hialmar.

[Fussily pulls out the table-drawer.] I must have my books with me. Where are my books?

Gina.

Which books?

Hialmar.

My scientific books, of course; the technical magazines I require for my invention.

Gina.

[Searches in the bookcase.] Is it these here paper-covered ones?

Hialmar.

Yes, of course.

Gina.

[Lays a heap of magazines on the table.] Shan't I get Hedvig to cut them for you?