Yes, an amazingly clever dog; one that goes to the bottom after wild ducks when they dive and bite themselves fast in tangle and sea-weed, down among the ooze. HIALMAR. Upon my word now, Gregers—I don’t in the least know what you’re driving at. GREGERS. Oh well, you might not be much the wiser if you did. It’s understood, then, that I move in early to-morrow morning. [_To GINA._] I won’t give you any trouble; I do everything for myself. [_To HIALMAR._] We can talk about the rest to-morrow.—Good-night, Mrs. Ekdal. [_Nods to HEDVIG._] Good-night. GINA. Good-night, Mr. Werle. HEDVIG. Good-night. HIALMAR. [_Who has lighted a candle._] Wait a moment; I must show you a light; the stairs are sure to be dark. [GREGERS _and_ HIALMAR _go out by the passage door._ GINA. [_Looking straight before her, with her sewing in her lap._] Wasn’t that queer-like talk about wanting to be a dog? HEDVIG. Do you know, mother—I believe he meant something quite different by that. GINA. Why, what _should_ he mean? HEDVIG. Oh, I don’t know; but it seemed to me he meant something different from what he said—all the time. GINA. Do you think so? Yes, it was sort of queer. HIALMAR. [_Comes back._] The lamp was still burning. [_Puts out the candle and sets it down._] Ah, now one can get a mouthful of food at last. [_Begins to eat the bread and butter._] Well, you see, Gina—if only you keep your eyes open—— GINA. How, keep your eyes open——? HIALMAR. Why, haven’t we at last had the luck to get the room let? And just think—to a person like Gregers—a good old friend. GINA. Well, I don’t know what to say about it. HEDVIG. Oh mother, you’ll see; it’ll be such fun! HIALMAR. You’re very strange. You were so bent upon getting the room let before; and now you don’t like it. GINA. Yes I do, Ekdal; if it had only been to some one else——But what do you suppose Mr. Werle will say? HIALMAR. Old Werle? It doesn’t concern him. GINA. But surely you can see that there’s something amiss between them again, or the young man wouldn’t be leaving home. You know very well those two can’t get on with each other. HIALMAR. Very likely not, but—— GINA. And now Mr. Werle may fancy it’s you that has egged him on—— HIALMAR.