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 Gregers. [Going over to them.] Why, what is it?

Ekdal. Look for yourself. H'm.

Hialmar. [Somewhat embarrassed.] This belongs to father, you understand.

Gregers. [At the door, looks into the garret.] Why, you keep poultry, Lieutenant Ekdal

Ekdal. Should think we did keep poultry. They've gone to roost now. But you should just see our fowls by daylight, sir!

Hedvig And there's a

Ekdal. Sh—sh I don't say anything about it yet.

Gregers. And you have pigeons too, I see.

Ekdal. Oh yes, haven't we just got pigeons! They have their nest-boxes up there under the roof-*tree; for pigeons like to roost high, you see

Hialmar. They aren't all common pigeons.

Ekdal. Common! Should think not indeed! We