Mrs. Sörby.
After the last dinner, Chamberlain, when certain persons permitted themselves to overstep the mark.
The Thin-haired Gentleman.
And may one never overstep the mark a little bit, Madame Bertha? Not the least little bit?
Mrs. Sörby.
Not in any respect whatsoever, Mr. Balle.
[Most of the Guests have assembled in the study; servants hand round glasses of punch.
Werle.
[To Hialmar, who is standing beside a table.] What are you studying so intently, Ekdal?
Hialmar.
Only an album, Mr. Werle.
The Thin-haired Gentleman.
[Who is wandering about.] Ah, photographs! They are quite in your line of course.
The Flabby Gentleman.
[In an arm-chair.] Haven't you brought any of your own with you?
Hialmar.
No, I haven't.
The Flabby Gentleman.
You ought to have; it's very good for the digestion to sit and look at pictures.
