father, and it rests with him to accept or decline it.
Gina.
[Sighs.] Yes, poor old father
Hialmar.
To make quite safeWhere shall I find some gum?
Gina.
[Goes to the bookcase] Here's the gum-pot.
Hialmar.
And a brush?
Gina.
The brush is here too. [Brings him the things.
Hialmar.
[Takes a pair of scissors.] Just a strip of paper at the back[Clips and gums.] Far be it from me to lay hands upon what is not my own—and least of all upon what belongs to a destitute old man—and to—the other as well.—There now. Let it lie there for a time; and when it is dry, take it away. I wish never to see that document again. Never!
Gregers Werle enters from the passage.
Gregers.
[Somewhat surprised.] What,—are you sitting here, Hialmar?
Hialmar.
[Rises hurriedly.] I had sunk down from fatigue.
Gregers.
You have been having breakfast, I see.
