arrangements. H'm—[hesitatingly] has any one found my hat on the stairs?
Gina.
No. Have you lost your hat?
Hialmar.
Of course I had it on when I came in last night; there's no doubt about that; but I couldn't find it this morning.
Gina.
Lord help us! where have you been to with those two ne'er-do-weels?
Hialmar.
Oh, don't bother me about trifles. Do you suppose I am in the mood to remember details?
Gina.
If only you haven't caught cold, Ekdal
[Goes out into the kitchen.
Hialmar.
[Talks to himself in a low tone of irritation, whilst he empties the table-drawer.] You're a scoundrel, Relling!—You're a low fellow!—Ah, you shameless tempter!—I wish I could get some one to stick a knife into you!
[He lays some old letters on one side, finds the torn document of yesterday, takes it up and looks at the pieces; puts it down hurriedly as Gina enters.
Gina.
[Sets a tray with coffee, etc., on the table.] Here's
