Gina.
And your nice winter coat too! Well, that's done for.
Hedvig.
[At the kitchen door.] Mother, hadn't I better? [Sees Hialmar, gives a loud scream of joy, and runs to him.] Oh, father, father!
Hialmar.
[Turns away and makes a gesture of repulsion.] Away, away, away! [To Gina.] Keep her away from me, I say!
Gina.
[In a low tone.] Go into the sitting-room, Hedvig. [Hedvig does so without a word.
Hialmar.
[Fussily pulls out the table-drawer.] I must have my books with me. Where are my books?
Gina.
Which books?
Hialmar.
My scientific books, of course; the technical magazines I require for my invention.
Gina.
[Searches in the bookcase.] Is it these here paper-covered ones?
Hialmar.
Yes, of course.
Gina.
[Lays a heap of magazines on the table.] Shan't I get Hedvig to cut them for you?
