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
[_Continues for some time in silence; then he lays down his brush and
goes over to the door._] Are _you_ busy, father?
EKDAL.
[_In a grumbling tone, within._] If you’re busy, I'm busy too. H'm!
HIALMAR.
Oh, very well, then. _Goes to his work again._
EKDAL.
[_Presently, coming to the door again._] H'm; I say, Hialmar, I'm not so
_very_ busy, you know.
HIALMAR.
I thought you were writing.
EKDAL.
Oh, devil take it! can’t Gråberg wait a day or two? After all, it’s not
a matter of life and death.
HIALMAR.
No; and you’re not his slave either.
EKDAL.
And about that other business in there——
HIALMAR.
Just what I was thinking of. Do you want to go in. Shall I open the door
for you?
EKDAL.
Well, it wouldn’t be a bad notion.
HIALMAR.
[_Rises._] Then we’d have _that_ off our hands.
EKDAL.
Yes, exactly. It’s got to be ready first thing to-morrow. It is
to-morrow, isn’t it? H'm?
HIALMAR.
Yes, of course it’s to-morrow.
[HIALMAR _and_ EKDAL _push aside each his half of the sliding
door. The morning sun is shining in through the skylights;
some doves are flying about; others sit cooing, upon the
perches; the hens are heard clucking now and then, further
back in the garret._
HIALMAR.
There; now you can get to work, father.
EKDAL.
[_Goes in._] Aren’t you coming too?
HIALMAR.
Well really, do you know——; I almost think——[_Sees GINA at the kitchen
door._] I? No; I haven’t time; I must work.—But now for our new
contrivance——
[_He pulls a cord, a curtain slips down inside, the lower part
consisting of a piece of old sailcloth, the upper part of a
stretched fishing net. The floor of the garret is thus no
longer visible._
HIALMAR.
[_Goes to the table._] So! Now, perhaps I can sit in peace for a little
while.
GINA.
Is he rampaging in there again?
HIALMAR.
Would you rather have had him slip down to Madam Eriksen’s. [_Seats
himself._] Do you want anything? You know you said——
GINA.
I only wanted to ask if you think we can lay the table for lunch here?
HIALMAR.
Yes; we have no early appointment, I suppose?
GINA.
No, I expect no one to day except those two sweethearts that are to be
taken together.
HIALMAR.
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