photography, and to furnish a studio and make a start? All that costs a pretty penny, I can tell you.
Gregers. And my father provided the money?
Hialmar. Yes, my dear fellow, didn't you know? I understood him to say he had written to you about it.
Gregers. Not a word about his part in the business. He must have forgotten it. Our correspondence has always been purely a business one. So it was my father that!
Hialmar. Yes, certainly. He didn't wish it to be generally known; but he it was. And of course it was he, too, that put me in a position to marry. Don't you—don't you know about that either?
Gregers. No, I haven't heard a word of it. [Shakes him by the arm.] But, my dear Hialmar, I can't tell you what pleasure all this gives me—pleasure, and self-reproach. I have perhaps done my father injustice after all—in some things. This proves that he has a heart. It shows a sort of compunction
Hialmar. Compunction?
Gregers. Yes, yes—whatever you like to call it. Oh, I can't tell you how glad I am to hear this of father.
