"Henrik Ibsen - The Wild Duck" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ibsen Henrik)

front, on the right (in the study), a small baize door leads into WERLE'S
Office. On the left, in front, a fireplace with a glowing coal fire, and farther
back a double door leading into the dining-room.
WERLE'S servant, PETTERSEN, in livery, and JENSEN, the hired waiter, in black,
are putting the study in order. In the large room, two or three other hired
waiters are moving about, arranging things and lighting more candles. From the
dining-room, the hum of conversation and laughter of many voices are heard; a
glass is tapped with a knife; silence follows, and a toast is proposed; shouts
of "Bravo!" and then again a buzz of conversation.
Pettersen (lights a lamp on the chimney-place and places a shade over it). Hark
to them, Jensen! now the old man's on his legs holding a long palaver about Mrs.
Sorby.
Jensen (pushing forward an arm-chair). Is it true, what folks say, that they're
— very good friends, eh?
Petterson. Lord knows.
Jensen .
I've heard tell as he's been a lively customer in his day.
Petterson.
May be.
Jensen .
And he's giving this spread in honour of his son, they say.
Petterson.
Yes. His son came home yesterday.
Jensen .
This is the first time I ever heard as Mr. Werle had a son.
Petterson.
Oh yes, he has a son, right enough. But he's a fixture, as you might say, up at
the Hoidal works. He's never once come to town all the years I've been in
service here.
A Waiter (in the doorway of the other room).
Pettersen, here's an old fellow wanting —
Petterson (mutters).
The devil — who's this now?
OLD EKDAL appears from the right, in the inner room. He is dressed in a
threadbare overcoat with a high collar; he wears woollen mittens, and carries in
his hand a stick and a fur cap. Under his arm, a brown paper parcel. Dirty
red-brown wig and small grey moustache.
Petterson (goes towards him).
Good Lord — what do you want here?
Ekdal (in the doorway).
Must get into the office, Pettersen.
Petterson.
The office was closed an hour ago, and —
Ekdal.
So they told me at the front door. But Graberg's in there still. Let me slip in
this way, Pettersen; there's a good fellow. (Points towards the baize door.)
It's not the first time I've come this way.
Petterson.
Well, you may pass. (Opens the door.) But mind you go out again the proper way,
for we've got company.