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What can it be? [Looks out for a moment.] No doubt it's those street urchins at some mischief again. [Calls, leaning over the verandah railings.] I say, you boys down there! What's the matter? [Several voices are heard answering indistinctly and confusedly.

What do they say?

They say it's a child that's drowned.

A child drowned?

[Uneasily] A little boy, they say.

Oh, they can all swim, every one of them.

[Shrieks in terror..] Where is Eyolf?

Keep quiet—quiet. Eyolf is down in the garden, playing.