Have you been getting some hot water, grandfather? EKDAL. Yes, hot water. Want it for something. Want to write, and the ink has got as thick as porridge.—h’m. GINA. But you’d best have your supper, first, grandfather. It’s laid in there. EKDAL. Can’t be bothered with supper, Gina. Very busy, I tell you. No one’s to come to my room. No one—h’m. [_He goes into his room;_ GINA _and_ HEDVIG _look at each other._ GINA. [_Softly._] Can you imagine where he’s got money from? HEDVIG. From Gråberg, perhaps. GINA. Not a bit of it. Gråberg always sends the money to me. HEDVIG. Then he must have got a bottle on credit somewhere. GINA. Poor grandfather, who’d give him credit? HIALMAR EKDAL, _in an overcoat and grey felt hat, comes in from the right._ GINA. [_Throws down her sewing and rises._] Why, Ekdal. Is that you already? HEDVIG. [_At the same time jumping up._] Fancy your coming so soon, father! HIALMAR. [_Taking off his hat._] Yes, most of the people were coming away. HEDVIG. So early? HIALMAR. Yes, it was a dinner-party, you know. [_Is taking off his overcoat._ GINA. Let me help you. HEDVIG. Me too. [_They draw off his coat;_ GINA _hangs it up on the back wall._ HEDVIG. Were there many people there, father? HIALMAR. Oh no, not many. We were about twelve or fourteen at table. GINA. And you had some talk with them all? HIALMAR. Oh yes, a little; but Gregers took me up most of the time. GINA. Is Gregers as ugly as ever? HIALMAR. Well, he’s not very much to look at. Hasn’t the old man come home? HEDVIG. Yes, grandfather is in his room, writing. HIALMAR. Did he say anything? GINA. No, what should he say? HIALMAR. Didn’t he say anything about——? I heard something about his having been with Gråberg. I'll go in and see him for a moment. GINA. No, no, better not. HIALMAR. Why not? Did he say he didn’t want me to go in? GINA. I don’t think he wants to see _nobody_ this evening——