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Gregers. Thanks, it's not quite unlikely; for yesterday we were thirteen at table.
Hialmar. Oh, come now, don't let us get upon unpleasant subjects again!
Relling. You may make your mind easy, Ekdal; I'll be hanged if the finger of fate points to you.
Hialmar. I should hope not, for the sake of my family. But let us sit down now, and eat and drink and be merry.
Gregers. Shall we not wait for your father?
Hialmar. No, his lunch will be taken in to him later. Come along! [The men seat themselves at table, and eat and drink. Gina and Hedvig go in and out and wait upon them.
Relling. Molvik was frightfully screwed yesterday, Mrs. Ekdal.
Gina. Really? Yesterday again?
Relling. Didn't you hear him when I brought him home last night.
