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now they are over, I hardly know how the time has gone.
[Old Ekdal comes from his room without his pipe, but with his old-fashioned uniform cap on his head; his gait is somewhat unsteady.
Ekdal.
Come now, Hialmar, let's sit down and have a good talk about this—h'm—what was it again?
Hialmar.
[Going towards him.] Father, we have a visitor here—Gregers Werle.—I don't know if you remember him.
Ekdal.
[Looking at Gregers, who has risen.] Werle? Is that the son? What does he want with me?
Hialmar. Nothing; it's me he has come to see.
Ekdal. Oh! Then there's nothing wrong?
Hialmar. No, no, of course not.
Ekdal. [With a large gesture.] Not that I'm afraid, you know; but
Gregers.
[Goes over to him.] I bring you a greeting from your old hunting-grounds, Lieutenant Ekdal.