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Werle. [Between his teeth.] That idiot Gråberg!
Gregers.
[Open-mouthed and staring, to Hialmar.] Why surely that wasn't!
The Flabby Gentleman.
What's the matter? Who was it?
Gregers.
Oh, nobody, only the bookkeeper and some one with him.
The Short-sighted Gentleman.
[To Hialmar.] Did you know that man?
Hialmar.
I don't know—I didn't notice
The Flabby Gentleman.
What the deuce has come over every one? [He Joins another group who are talking softly.
Mrs. Sörby.
[Whispers to the Servant. Give him something to take with him;—something good, mind
Pettersen.
[Nods.] I'll see to it. [Goes out.
Gregers.
[Softly and with emotion, to Hialmar.] So that was really he!
