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Gina.
[Takes off her things.] Yes, men are strange creatures, so they are. The Lord only knows where Relling has dragged him to! I ran over to Madam Eriksen's, but they weren't there.
Hedvig.
[Struggling to keep back her tears.] Oh, if he should never come home any more!
Gregers.
He will come home again. I shall have news to give him to-morrow; and then you shall see how he comes home. You may rely upon that, Hedvig, and sleep in peace. Good-night.
[He goes out by the passage door.
Hedvig.
[Throws herself sobbing on Gina's neck.] Mother, mother!
Gina.
[Pats her shoulder and sighs.] Ah yes; Relling was right, he was. That's what comes of it when crazy creatures go about presenting the claims of the—what-you-may-call-it.
