The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 08 (of 11)Ibsen, Henrik
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The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 08 (of 11)
Ibsen, Henrik
Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906 -- Translations into English; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English
[_Comes to a standstill._] It _may_ be a fine wine. But of course you
know the vintages differ; it all depends on how much sunshine the grapes
have had.
GINA.
Why, you know everything, Ekdal.
EKDAL.
And did they dispute that?
HIALMAR.
They tried to; but they were requested to observe that it was just the
same with Chamberlains—that with them, too, different batches were of
different qualities.
GINA.
What things you do think of!
EKDAL.
Hee-hee! So they got that in their pipes too?
HIALMAR.
Right in their teeth.
EKDAL.
Do you hear that, Gina? He said it right in the very teeth of all the
Chamberlains.
GINA.
Fancy——! Right in their teeth!
HIALMAR.
Yes, but I don’t want it talked about. One doesn’t speak of such things.
The whole affair passed off quite amicably of course. They were nice,
genial fellows; I didn’t want to wound them—not I!
EKDAL.
Right in their teeth, though——!
HEDVIG.
[_Caressingly._] How nice it is to see you in a dress-coat! It suits you
so well, father.
HIALMAR.
Yes, don’t you think so? And this one really sits to perfection. It fits
almost as if it had been made for me;—a little tight in the arm-holes
perhaps;—help me, Hedvig. [_Takes off the coat._] I think I'll put on my
jacket. Where is my jacket, Gina?
GINA.
Here it is. [_Brings the jacket and helps him._]
HIALMAR.
That’s it! Don’t forget to send the coat back to Molvik first thing
to-morrow morning.
GINA.
[_Laying it away._] I'll be sure and see to it.
HIALMAR.
[_Stretching himself._] After all, there’s a more homely feeling about
this. A free-and-easy indoor costume suits my whole personality better.
Don’t you think so, Hedvig?
HEDVIG.
Yes, father.
HIALMAR.
When I loosen my necktie into a pair of flowing ends—like this—eh?
HEDVIG.
Yes, that goes so well with your moustache and the sweep of your curls.
HIALMAR.
I should not call them curls exactly; I should rather say locks.
HEDVIG.
Yes, they are too big for curls.
HIALMAR.
Locks describes them better.
HEDVIG.
[_After a pause, twitching his jacket._] Father.
HIALMAR.
Well, what is it?
HEDVIG.
Oh, you know very well.
HIALMAR.
No, really I don’t——
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