you're a blackguard, relling. nothing but a scoundrel, a shameless rake. i'd like to get somebody to do you in. here's just a drop of something to warm you up, if you can fancy it, and some bread and some cold meat. meat? never again under this roof. i don't care if i haven't had a bite for 24 hours. my notes, the start of my autobiography. now, where's my diary and my more important possessions? there she is again. for heavens above, the poor child must be somewhere. come out. if i am to spend my last moments in what was once my home, i wish to remain undisturbed by those who have no business to be here. does he mean me? stay in the kitchen, hedvig, or no, go into your own room. oh, just a minute, hjalmar. don't go upsetting those things in the chest of drawers. i know where everything is. if you want to be useful, get the valise down. wild duck. well, stop upsetting everything there. i've been looking for my-- well, they were always kept in the drawer. now, just stop throwing everything out. that's not going to be any good. that old valise is no use. i'v