trifle, he is treated to sour faces at once. Well, well, one gets used to that too. [Stops near the stove, by the old man's chair.] Have you peeped in there this evening, father?
Ekdal.
Yes, to be sure I have. She's gone into the basket.
Hialmar.
Ah, she has gone into the basket. Then she's beginning to get used to it.
Ekdal.
Yes; just as I prophesied. But you know there are still a few little things
Hialmar. A few improvements, yes.
Ekdal. They've got to be made, you know.
Hialmar.
Yes, let us have a talk about the improvements, father. Come, let us sit on the sofa.
Ekdal.
All right. H'm—think I'll just fill my pipe first. Must clean it out, too. H'm.
[He goes into his room.
Gina. [Smiling to Hialmar.] His pipe!
Hialmar. Oh yes yes, Gina; let him alone—the poor
