Eh? Oh never mind, that’s nothing. [_Puts his stick away in a corner._] This work will keep me going a long time, Gina. [_Opens one of the sliding-doors in the back wall a little._] Hush! [_Peeps into the room for a moment, then pushes the door carefully to again._] Hee-hee! They’re fast asleep, all the lot of them. And she’s gone into the basket herself. Hee-hee! HEDVIG. Are you sure she isn’t cold in that basket, grandfather? EKDAL. Not a bit of it! Cold? With all that straw? [_Goes towards the farther door on the left._] There are matches in here, I suppose. GINA. The matches is on the drawers. [EKDAL _goes into his room._ HEDVIG. It’s nice that grandfather has got all that copying. GINA. Yes, poor old father; it means a bit of pocket-money for him. HEDVIG. And he won’t be able to sit the whole forenoon down at that horrid Madam Eriksen’s. GINA. No more he won’t. [_Short silence._ HEDVIG. Do you suppose they are still at the dinner-table? GINA. Goodness knows; as like as not. HEDVIG. Think of all the delicious things father is having to eat! I'm certain he’ll be in splendid spirits when he comes. Don’t you think so, mother? GINA. Yes; and if only we could tell him that we’d got the room let—— HEDVIG. But we don’t need that this evening. GINA. Oh, we’d be none the worse of it, I can tell you. It’s no use to us as it is. HEDVIG. I mean we don’t need it this evening, for father will be in a good humour at any rate. It is best to keep the letting of the room for another time. GINA. [_Looks across at her._] You like having some good news to tell father when he comes home in the evening? HEDVIG. Yes; for then things are pleasanter somehow. GINA. [_Thinking to herself._] Yes, yes, there’s something in that. [OLD EKDAL _comes in again and is going out by the foremost door to the left._ GINA. [_Half turning in her chair._] Do you want something out of the kitchen, grandfather? EKDAL. Yes, yes, I do. Don’t you trouble. _Goes out._ GINA. He’s not poking away at the fire, is he? [_Waits a moment._] Hedvig, go and see what he’s about. [EKDAL _comes in again with a small jug of steaming hot water._ HEDVIG.