Hialmar.
Well, you really behave strangely about it, Gina. [To Gregers.] Then I suppose you intend to remain in the town for the present?
Gregers.
[Putting on his overcoat.] Yes, now I intend to remain here.
Hialmar.
And yet not at your father's? What do you propose to do, then?
Gregers.
Ah, if I only knew that, Hialmar, I shouldn't be so badly off! But when one has the misfortune to be called Gregers—! "Gregers"—and then "Werle" after it; did you ever hear anything so hideous?
Hialmar.
Oh, I don't think so at all.
Gregers.
Ugh! Bah! I feel I should like to spit upon the fellow that answers to such a name. But when a man is once for all doomed to be Gregers —Werle in this world, as I am
Hialmar.
[Laughs.] Ha ha! If you weren't Gregers Werle, what would you like to be?
Gregers.
If I could choose, I should like best to be a clever dog.
Gina.
A dog!
