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ACT FIFTH.
Hialmar Ekdal's studio. Cold, grey, morning light. Wet snow lies upon the large panes of the sloping roof-window.
Gina comes from the kitchen with an apron and bib on, and carrying a dusting-brush and a duster; she goes towards the sitting-room door. At the same moment Hedvig comes hurriedly in from the passage.
Gina.
[Stops.] Well?
Hedvig.
Oh, mother, I almost think he's down at Relling's
Gina.
There, you see!
Hedvig.
because the porter's wife says she could hear that Relling had two people with him when he came home last night.
Gina.
That's just what I thought.
Hedvig.
But it's no use his being there, if he won't come up to us.
Gina.
I'll go down and speak to him at all events.
