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 Ekdal. [Thumps the table.] Hialmar, he shall see it!

Hialmar.

Oh, do you think it's worth while, father? It's all dark.

Ekdal.

Nonsense; it's moonlight. [Rises.] He shall see it, I tell you. Let me pass! Come and help me, Hialmar.

Hedvig.

Oh yes, do, father!

Hialmar. [Rising.] Very well then.

Gregers. [To Gina.] What is it?

Gina

Oh, nothing so very wonderful, after all.

[Ekdal and Hialmar have gone to the back wall and are each pushing back a side of the sliding door; Hedvig helps the old man; Gregers remains standing by the sofa; Gina sits still and sews. Through the open doorway a large, deep irregular garret is seen with odd nooks and corners; a couple of stove-pipes running through it, from rooms below. There are sky-*lights through which clear moonbeams shine in on some parts of the great room; others lie in deep shadow.]

Ekdal.

[To Gregers.] You may come close up if you like.