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Gina.
Poor grandfather, who'd give him credit?
Hialmar Ekdal, in an overcoat and grey felt hat, comes in from the right.
Gina.
[Throws down her sewing and rises.] Why, Ekdal. Is that you already?
Hedvig.
[At the same time jumping up.] Fancy your coming so soon, father!
Hialmar.
[Taking off his hat.] Yes, most of the people were coming away.
Hedvig. So early?
Hialmar.
Yes, it was a dinner-party, you know.
[Is taking off his overcoat.
Gina.
Let me help you.
Hedvig. Me too.
[They draw off his coat; Gina hangs it up on the back wall.
Hedvig. Were there many people there, father?
Hialmar.
Oh no, not many. We were about twelve or fourteen at table.
