Hialmar.
Thanks.
Mrs. Sörby.
And say I am coming up to see her one of these days.
Hialmar.
Yes, thank you. [To Gregers.] Stay here; I will slip out unobserved.
[He saunters away, then into the other room, and so out to the right.
Mrs. Sörby.
[Softly to the Servant, who has come back.] Well, did you give the old man something?
Pettersen.
Yes; I sent him off with a bottle of cognac.
Mrs. Sörby.
Oh, you might have thought of something better than that.
Pettersen.
Oh no, Mrs. Sörby; cognac is what he likes best in the world.
The Flabby Gentleman.
[In the doorway with a sheet of music in his hand.] Shall we play a duet, Mrs. Sörby?
Mrs. Sörby.
Yes, suppose we do.
The Guests.
Bravo, bravo!
[She goes with all the Guests through the back room, out to the right. Gregers
