It will never be sound. Your conscience has been sickly from childhood. That is a legacy from your mother, Gregers—the only one she left you. GREGERS. [_With a scornful half-smile._] Have you not yet forgiven her for the mistake you made in supposing she would bring you a fortune? WERLE. Don’t let us wander from the point.—Then you hold to your purpose of setting young Ekdal upon what you imagine to be the right scent? GREGERS. Yes, that is my fixed resolve. WERLE. Well, in that case I might have spared myself this visit; for of course it is useless to ask whether you will return home with me? GREGERS. Quite useless. WERLE. And I suppose you won’t enter the firm either? GREGERS. No. WERLE. Very good. But as I am thinking of marrying again, your share in the property will fall to you at once.[18] GREGERS. [_Quickly._] No, I do not want that. WERLE. You don’t want it? GREGERS. No, I dare not take it, for conscience' sake. WERLE. [_After a pause._] Are you going up to the works again? GREGERS. No; I consider myself released from your service. WERLE. But what are you going to do? GREGERS. Only to fulfil my mission; nothing more. WERLE. Well, but afterwards? What are you going to live upon? GREGERS. I have laid by a little out of my salary. WERLE. How long will _that_ last? GREGERS. I think it will last my time. WERLE. What do you mean? GREGERS. I shall answer no more questions. WERLE. Good-bye then, Gregers. GREGERS. Good-bye. WERLE _goes._ HIALMAR. [_Peeping in._] He’s gone, isn’t he? GREGERS. Yes. HIALMAR _and_ RELLING _enter; also_ GINA _and_ HEDVIG _from the kitchen._ RELLING. That luncheon-party was a failure. GREGERS. Put on your coat, Hialmar; I want you to come for a long walk with me. HIALMAR. With pleasure. What was it your father wanted? Had it anything to do with me? GREGERS. Come along. We must have a talk. I'll go and put on my overcoat.