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Ekdal.
[Presently, coming to the door again.] H'm; I say, Hialmar, I'm not so very busy, you know.
Hialmar.
I thought you were writing.
Ekdal.
Oh, devil take it! can't Gråberg wait a day or two? After all, it's not a matter of life and death
Hialmar.
No; and you're not his slave either.
Ekdal. And about that other business in there
Hialmar.
Just what I was thinking of. Do you want to go in. Shall I open the door for you?
Ekdal. Well, it wouldn't be a bad notion.
Hialmar.
[Rises.] Then we'd have that off our hands.
Ekdal.
Yes, exactly. It's got to be ready first thing to-morrow. It is to-morrow, isn't it? H'm?
Hialmar.
Yes, of course it's to-morrow.
[Hialmar and Ekdal push aside each his
