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Werle. How long will that last?
Gregers. I think it will last my time.
Werle. What do you mean?
Gregers. I shall answer no more questions.
Werle. Good-bye then, Gregers.
Gregers. Good-bye. [Werle goes.
Hialmar. [Peeping in.] He's gone, isn't he?
Gregers. Yes.
Hialmar and Relling enter; also Gina and Hedvig from the kitchen.
Relling. That luncheon-party was a failure.
Gregers. Put on your coat, Hialmar; I want you to come for a long walk with me.
Hialmar. With pleasure. What was it your father wanted? Had it anything to do with me?
