Gina. That's not true. Not at that time. Mr. Werle did come after me, that's a fact. And his wife thought there was something in it, and then she made such a hocus-pocus and hurly-burly, and she hustled me and bustled me about so, that I left her service.
Hialmar. But afterwards, then?
Gina. Well, then I went home. And mother—well, she wasn't the woman you took her for, Ekdal; she kept on worrying and worrying at me about one thing and another—for Mr. Werle was a widower by that time.
Hialmar. Well, and then?
Gina. I suppose you've got to know it. He gave me no peace until he'd had his way.
Hialmar. [Striking his hands together.] And this is the mother of my child! How could you hide this from me?
Gina. Yes, it was wrong of me; I ought certainly to have told you long ago.
Hialmar. You should have told me at the very first;—then I should have known the sort of woman you were.
