HIALMAR. Yes, with the greatest pleasure—— GINA. But, Mr. Werle, I'm sure it’s not at all the sort of room for _you_. HIALMAR. Why, Gina! how can you say that? GINA. Why, because the room’s neither large enough nor light enough, and—— GREGERS. That really doesn’t matter, Mrs. Ekdal. HIALMAR. I call it quite a nice room, and not at all badly furnished either. GINA. But remember the pair of them underneath. GREGERS. What pair? GINA. Well, there’s one as has been a tutor—— HIALMAR. That’s Molvik—Mr. Molvik, B.A. GINA. And then there’s a doctor, by the name of Relling. GREGERS. Relling? I know him a little; he practised for a time up in Höidal. GINA. They’re a regular rackety pair, they are. As often as not, they’re out on the loose in the evenings; and then they come home at all hours, and they’re not always just—— GREGERS. One soon gets used to that sort of thing. I daresay I shall be like the wild duck—— GINA. H'm; I think you ought to sleep upon it first, anyway. GREGERS. You seem very unwilling to have me in the house, Mrs. Ekdal. GINA. Oh no! What makes you think _that_? HIALMAR. Well, you really behave strangely about it, Gina. [_To GREGERS._] Then I suppose you intend to remain in the town for the present? GREGERS. [_Putting on his overcoat._] Yes, now I intend to remain here. HIALMAR. And yet not at your father’s? What do you propose to do, then? GREGERS. Ah, if I only knew _that_, Hialmar, I shouldn’t be so badly off! But when one has the misfortune to be called Gregers—! “Gregers”—and then “Werle” after it; did you ever hear anything so hideous? HIALMAR. Oh, I don’t think so at all. GREGERS. Ugh! Bah! I feel I should like to spit upon the fellow that answers to such a name. But when a man is once for all doomed to be Gregers—Werle in this world, as I am—— HIALMAR. [_Laughs._] Ha ha! If you weren’t Gregers Werle, what would you like to be? GREGERS. If I could choose, I should like best to be a clever dog. GINA. A dog! HEDVIG. [_Involuntarily._] Oh no! GREGERS.