Relling. [In an undertone to Gregers.] May the devil fly away with you!
Hialmar. What is that you are saying?
Relling. Only uttering a heartfelt wish that this quack-*salver would take himself off. If he stays here, he is quite equal to making an utter mess of life, for both of you.
Gregers. These two will not make a mess of life, Mr. Relling. Of course I won't speak of Hialmar—him we know. But she, too, in her innermost heart, has certainly something loyal and sincere
Gina. [Almost crying.] You might have let me alone for what I was, then.
Relling. [To Gregers.] Is it rude to ask what you really want in this house?
Gregers. To lay the foundations of a true marriage.
Relling. So you don't think Ekdal's marriage is good enough as it is?
Gregers. No doubt it is as good a marriage as most others, worse luck. But a true marriage it has yet to become.
