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 father, and it rests with him to accept or decline it.

Gina.

[Sighs.] Yes, poor old father

Hialmar.

To make quite safeWhere shall I find some gum?

Gina.

[Goes to the bookcase] Here's the gum-pot.

Hialmar.

And a brush?

Gina.

The brush is here too. [Brings him the things.

Hialmar.

[Takes a pair of scissors.] Just a strip of paper at the back[Clips and gums.] Far be it from me to lay hands upon what is not my own—and least of all upon what belongs to a destitute old man—and to—the other as well.—There now. Let it lie there for a time; and when it is dry, take it away. I wish never to see that document again. Never!

Gregers Werle enters from the passage.

Gregers.

[Somewhat surprised.] What,—are you sitting here, Hialmar?

Hialmar.

[Rises hurriedly.] I had sunk down from fatigue.

Gregers.

You have been having breakfast, I see.