[_She steals over and takes the pistol from the shelf, opens the garret door a little way, creeps in, and draws the door to after her._ [HIALMAR _and_ GINA _can be heard disputing in the sitting-room._ HIALMAR. [_Comes in with some manuscript books and old loose papers, which he lays upon the table._] That portmanteau is of no use! There are a thousand and one things I must drag with me. GINA. [_Following with the portmanteau._] Why not leave all the rest for the present, and only take a shirt and a pair of woollen drawers with you? HIALMAR. Whew!—all these exhausting preparations——! [_Pulls off his overcoat and throws it upon the sofa._ GINA. And there’s the coffee getting cold. HIALMAR. H'm. [_Drinks a mouthful without thinking of it, and then another._ GINA. [_Dusting the backs of the chairs._] A nice job you’ll have to find such another big garret for the rabbits. HIALMAR. What! Am I to drag all those rabbits with me too? GINA. You don’t suppose grandfather can get on without his rabbits. HIALMAR. He must just get used to doing without them. Have not _I_ to sacrifice very much greater things than rabbits! GINA. [_Dusting the bookcase._] Shall I put the flute in the portmanteau for you? HIALMAR. No. No flute for me. But give me the pistol! GINA. Do you want to take the pigstol with you? HIALMAR. Yes. My loaded pistol. GINA. [_Searching for it._] It’s gone. He must have taken it in with him. HIALMAR. Is he in the garret? GINA. Yes, of course he’s in the garret. HIALMAR. H'm—poor lonely old man. [_He takes a piece of bread and butter, eats it, and finishes his cup of coffee._ GINA. If we hadn’t have let that room, you could have moved in there. HIALMAR. And continued to live under the same roof with——! Never,—never! GINA. But couldn’t you put up with the sitting-room for a day or two? You could have it all to yourself. HIALMAR. Never within these walls! GINA. Well then, down with Relling and Molvik. HIALMAR.