Gregers. Come along. We must have a talk. I'll go and put on my overcoat. [Goes out by the passage door.
Gina. You shouldn't go out with him, Ekdal.
Relling. No, don't you do it. Stay where you are.
Hialmar. [Gets his hat and overcoat.] Oh, nonsense! When a friend of my youth feels impelled to open his mind to me in private
Relling. But devil take it—don't you see that the fellow's mad, cracked, demented!
Gina. There, what did I tell you! His mother before him had crazy fits like that sometimes.
Hialmar. The more need for a friend's watchful eye. [To Gina.] Be sure you have dinner ready in good time. Good-bye for the present. [Goes out by the passage door.
Relling. It's a thousand pities the fellow didn't go to hell through one of the Höidal mines.
Gina. Good Lord! what makes you say that?
