Hialmar.
H'm—poor lonely old man.
[He takes a piece of bread and butter, eats it, and finishes his cup of coffee.
Gina.
If we hadn't have let that room, you could have moved in there.
Hialmar.
And continued to live under the same roof with! Never,—never!
Gina.
But couldn't you put up with the sitting-room for a day or two? You could have it all to yourself.
Hialmar.
Never within these walls!
Gina.
Well then, down with Relling and Molvik.
Hialmar.
Don't mention those wretches' names to me! The very thought of them almost takes away my appetite.—Oh no, I must go out into the storm and the snow-drift,—go from house to house and seek shelter for my father and myself.
Gina.
But you've got no hat, Ekdal! You've been and lost your hat, you know.
Hialmar.
Oh those two brutes, those slaves of all the
