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 Hialmar.

Open the door, Hedvig; father wants to come out. [Hedvig goes over and opens the door a little way; Ekdal enters with a fresh rabbit-skin: she closes the door after him.

Ekdal.

Good morning, gentlemen! Good sport to-day. Shot a big one.

Hialmar.

And you've gone and skinned it without waiting for me!

Ekdal.

Salted it too. It's good tender meat, is rabbit; it's sweet; it tastes like sugar. Good appetite to you, gentlemen! [Goes into his room.

Molvik.

[Rising.] Excuse me; I can't; I must get downstairs immediately

Relling. Drink some soda water, man!

Molvik.

[Hurrying away.] Ugh—ugh! [Goes out by the passage door.

Relling.

[To Hialmar.] Let us drain a glass to the old hunter.

Hialmar.

[Clinks glasses with him.] To the undaunted sportsman who has looked death in the face!