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 Hedvig.

Pooh, what harm can it do then? [Takes the brush.] There! [Seats herself.] I can begin upon this one.

Hialmar.

But mind you don't hurt your eyes! Do you hear? I won't be answerable; you do it on your own responsibility—understand that.

Hedvig. [Retouching.] Yes yes, I understand.

Hialmar.

You are quite clever at it, Hedvig. Only a minute or two, you know.

[He slips through by the edge of the curtain into the garret. Hedvig sits at her work. Hialmar and Ekdal are heard disputing inside.

Hialmar.

[Appears behind the net.] I say, Hedvig—give me those pincers that are lying on the shelf. And the chisel. [Turns away inside.] Now you shall see, father. Just let me show you first what I mean!

[Hedvig has fetched the required tools from the shelf, and hands them to him through the net.

Hialmar.

Ah, thanks. I didn't come a moment too soon. [Goes back from the curtain again; they are heard carpentering and talking inside. Hedvig stands looking in at them. A moment later there is a knock at the passage door; she does not notice it.