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 Hialmar. Yes do; it seems to me your eyes are blinking a great deal; all these vapours in here are bad for you. The air is heavy under this roof.

Hedvig. Very well then, I'll run down the kitchen stair and go for a little walk. My cloak and hat?—oh, they're in my own room. Father—be sure you don't do the wild duck any harm whilst I'm out.

Hialmar. Not a feather of its head shall be touched. [Draws her to him.] You and I, Hedvig—we two! Well, go along. [Hedvig nods to her parents and goes out through the kitchen.

Hialmar. [Walks about without looking up.] Gina.

Gina. Yes?

Hialmar. From to-morrow—or, say, from the day after to-morrow—I should like to keep the household account-book myself.

Gina. Do you want to keep the accounts too, now?

Hialmar. Yes; or to check the receipts at any rate.

Gina. Lord help us! that's soon done.