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Hialmar.
So Mr. Werle has gone? And now you are going after him?
Mrs. Sörby Yes, what do you say to that, Ekdal?
Hialmar.
I say: beware!
Gregers.
I must explain the situation. My father and Mrs. Sörby are going to be married.
Hialmar.
Going to be married!
Gina.
Oh Bertha! So it's come to that at last!
Relling.
[His voice quivering a little.] This is surely not true?
Mrs. Sörby.
Yes, my dear Relling, it's true enough.
Relling.
You are going to marry again?
Mrs. Sörby.
Yes, it looks like it. Werle has got a special licence, and we are going to be married quite quietly, up at the works.
Gregers.
Then I must wish you all happiness, like a dutiful stepson.
