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 Gregers.

Ah, I thought you could not have grown up quite unharmed in this house.

Hedvig.

I don't care about that, if only father would come up

Gregers.

Oh, if only your eyes had been opened to that which gives life its value—if you possessed the true, joyous, fearless spirit of sacrifice, you would soon see how he would come up to you.—But I believe in you still, Hedvig.

[He goes out by the passage door.

[Hedvig wanders about the room for a time; she is on the point of going into the kitchen when a knock is heard at the garret door. Hedvig goes over and opens it a little; old Ekdal comes out; she pushes the door to again.

Ekdal.

H'm, it's not much fun to take one's morning walk alone.

Hedvig.

Wouldn't you like to go shooting, grandfather?

Ekdal.

It's not the weather for it to-day. It's so dark there, you can scarcely see where you're going.

Hedvig.

Do you never want to shoot anything besides the rabbits?

Ekdal.

Do you think the rabbits aren't good enough?