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The Flabby Gentleman.
Oh, that's a pity. Well, what shall we do, Balle?
[Both Gentlemen move away and pass into the other room.
Hialmar.
[Gloomily.] Gregers—I am going! When a man has felt the crushing hand of Fate, you see Say good-bye to your father for me.
Gregers.
Yes, yes. Are you going straight home?
Hialmar.
Yes. Why?
Gregers.
Oh, because I may perhaps look in on you later.
Hialmar.
No, you mustn't do that. You must not come to my home. Mine is a melancholy abode, Gregers; especially after a splendid banquet like this. We can always arrange to meet somewhere in the town.
Mrs. Sörby.
[Who has quietly approached.] Are you going, Ekdal?
Hialmar.
Yes.
Mrs. Sörby.
Remember me to Gina.
