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Hedvig.
Yes, I didn't care to go any farther. It was a good thing, too; for I've just met some one at the door.
Hialmar.
It must have been that Mrs. Sörby.
Hedvig.
Yes.
Hialmar.
[Walks up and down.] I hope you have seen her for the last time.
[Silence. Hedvig, discouraged, looks first at one and then at the other, trying to divine their frame of mind.
Hedvig.
[Approaching, coaxingly.] Father.
Hialmar.
Well—what is it, Hedvig?
Hedvig.
Mrs. Sörby had something with her for me.
Hialmar.
[Stops.] For you?
Hedvig.
Yes. Something for to-morrow.
Gina.
Bertha has always given you some little thing on your birthday.
Hialmar.
What is it?
