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Werle.
I begin to think the chasm that divides us is too wide.
Gregers.
[Bowing, with self-command.] So I have observed; and therefore I take my hat and go.
Werle. You are going! Out of the house?
Gregers. Yes. For at last I see my mission in life.
Werle. What mission?
Gregers. You would only laugh if I told you.
Werle. A lonely man doesn't laugh so easily, Gregers.
Gregers.
[Pointing towards the background.] Look, father,—the Chamberlains are playing blind-man's-buff with Mrs. Sörby.—Good-night and good-bye.
[He goes out by the back to the right. Sounds of laughter and merriment from the Company, who are now visible in the outer room.
Werle.
[Muttering contemptuously after Gregers] Ha! Poor wretch—and he says he is not overstrained!
