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Gina.

What a good thing for grandfather!

Hialmar. ——a hundred crowns a month so long as he needs it—that means, of course, so long as he lives.

Gina.

Well, so he's provided for, poor dear.

Hialmar.

But there is more to come. You didn't read that, Hedvig. Afterwards this gift is to pass on to you.

Hedvig.

To me! The whole of it?

Hialmar.

He says that the same amount is assured to you for the whole of your life. Do you hear that, Gina?

Gina.

Yes, I hear.

Hedvig.

Fancy—all that money for me! [Shakes him.] Father, father, aren't you glad——?

Hialmar.

[Eluding her.] Glad! [Walks about.] Oh what vistas—what perspectives open up before me! It is Hedvig, Hedvig that he showers these benefactions upon!

Gina.

Yes, because it's Hedvig's birthday——