I think I'll put on my jacket. Where is my jacket, Gina?
Gina.
Here it is. [Brings the jacket and helps him.]
Hialmar.
That's it! Don't forget to send the coat back to Molvik first thing to-morrow morning.
Gina.
[Laying it away] I'll be sure and see to it.
Hialmar.
[Stretching himself.] After all, there's a more homely feeling about this. A free-and-easy indoor costume suits my whole personality better. Don't you think so, Hedvig?
Hedvig. Yes, father.
Hialmar.
When I loosen my necktie into a pair of flowing ends—like this—eh?
Hedvig.
Yes, that goes so well with your moustache and the sweep of your curls.
Hialmar.
I should not call them curls exactly; I should rather say locks.
Hedvig.
Yes, they are two[*sic] big for curls.
Hialmar. Locks describes them better.
