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 not to disturb their night's rest, too. Close up, Hedvig.

[Hialmar and Hedvig push the garret doors together.

Ekdal. Another time you shall see her properly. [Seats himself in the arm-chair by the stove.] Oh, they're curious things, these wild ducks, I can tell you.

Gregers. How did you manage to catch it, Lieutenant Ekdal?

Ekdal. I didn't catch it. There's a certain man in this town whom we have to thank for it.

Gregers. [Starts slightly.] That man was not my father, was he?

Ekdal. You've hit it. Your father and no one else. H'm.

Hialmar. Strange that you should guess that, Gregers.

Gregers. You were telling me that you owed so many things to my father; and so I thought perhaps

Gina. But we didn't get the duck from Mr. Werle himself

Ekdal. It's Håkon Werle we have to thank for her, all