Relling. Well, wherever you carry it, I advise you not to come dunning us with it here, so long as I am on the premises.
Gregers. And if I do so none the less?
Relling. Then you'll go head-foremost down the stairs; now I've warned you.
Hialmar. [Rising.] Oh, but Relling!
Gregers. Yes, you may turn me out
Gina. [Interposing between them.] We can't have that, Relling. But I must say, Mr. Werle, it ill becomes you to talk about vapours and taints, after all the mess you made with your stove. [A knock at the passage door.
Hedvig. Mother, there's somebody knocking.
Hialmar. There now, we're going to have a whole lot of people!
Gina. I'll go [Goes over and opens the door, starts, and draws back.] Oh—oh dear!
Werle, in a fur coat, advances one step into the room.
