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Hialmar.
Yes.
Gregers.
And you could stand there and deny that you knew him!
Hialmar.
[Whispers vehemently.] But how could I!
Gregers.
acknowledge your own father?
Hialmar.
[With pain.] Oh, if you were in my place [The conversation amongst the Guests, which has been carried on in a low tone, now swells into constrained joviality.]
The Thin-haired Gentleman.
[Approaching Hialmar and Gregers in a friendly manner.] Aha! Reviving old college memories, eh? Don't you smoke, Mr. Ekdal? May I give you a light? Oh, by-the-bye, we mustn't
Hialmar.
No, thank you, I won't
The Flabby Gentleman.
Haven't you a nice little poem you could recite to us, Mr. Ekdal? You used to recite so charmingly.
Hialmar.
I am sorry I can't remember anything.
