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 Gregers. Do you go shooting in the garret?

Hialmar.

[Showing a double-barrelled pistol.] Oh, only with this thing.

Gina.

Yes, you and grandfather will do yourselves a mischief some day with that there pigstol.

Hialmar.

[With irritation.] I believe I have told you that this kind of firearm is called a pistol.

Gina.

Oh, that doesn't make it much better, that I can see.

Gregers. So you have become a sportsman too, Hialmar.

Hialmar.

Only a little rabbit-shooting now and then. Mostly to please father, you understand.

Gina.

Men are strange beings; they must always have something to pervert theirselves with.

Hialmar.

[Snappishly.] Just so; we must always have something to divert ourselves with.

Gina. Yes, that's just what I say.