Werle.
Why, deuce take it—after all these years, how can I
?Gregers.
You wrote me a letter about that time—a business letter, of course; and in a postscript you mentioned—quite briefly—that Hialmar Ekdal had married a Miss Hansen.
Werle. Yes, that was quite right. That was her name.
Gregers.
But you did not mention that this Miss Hansen was Gina Hansen—our former housekeeper.
Werle.
[With a forced laugh of derision.] No; to tell the truth, it didn't occur to me that you were so particularly interested in our former housekeeper.
Gregers.
No more I was. But [lowers his voice] there were others in this house who were particularly interested in her.
Werle.
What do you mean by that? [Flaring up.] You are not alluding to me, I hope?
Gregers. [Softly but firmly.] Yes, I am alluding to you.
Werle.
And you dare
! You presume to ! How can that ungrateful hound—that photographer fellow—how dare he go making such insinuations!