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 Ekdal. Hunting-grounds?

Gregers. Yes, up in Höidal, about the works, you know.

Ekdal.

Oh, up there. Yes, I knew all those places well in the old days.

Gregers. You were a great sportsman then.

Ekdal.

So I was, I don't deny it. You're looking at my uniform cap. I don't ask anybody's leave to wear it in the house. So long as I don't go out in the streets with it

[Hedvig brings a plate of bread and butter, which she puts upon the table.

Hialmar.

Sit down, father, and have a glass of beer. Help yourself, Gregers.

[Ekdal mutters and stumbles over to the sofa. Gregers seats himself on the chair nearest to him, Hialmar on the other side of Gregers. Gina sits a little way from the table, serving; Hedvig stands beside her father.

Gregers.

Can you remember, Lieutenant Ekdal, how Hialmar and I used to come up and visit you in the summer and at Christmas?