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 Hedvig.

[Stands a moment immovable, in terror and perplexity, biting her lips to keep back the tears; then she clenches her hands convulsively, and says softly:] The wild duck.

[She steals over and takes the pistol from the shelf, opens the garret door a little way, creeps in, and draws the door to after her.

[Hialmar and Gina can be heard disputing in the sitting-room.

Hialmar.

[Comes in with some manuscript books and old loose papers, which he lays upon the table.] That portmanteau is of no use! There are a thousand and one things I must drag with me.

Gina.

[Following with the portmanteau.] Why not leave all the rest for the present, and only take a shirt and a pair of woollen drawers with you?

Hialmar.

Whew!—all these exhausting preparations!

[Pulls off his overcoat and throws it upon the sofa.

Gina.

And there's the coffee getting cold.

Hialmar.

H'm.

[Drinks a mouthful without thinking of it, and then another.

Gina.

[Dusting the backs of the chairs.] A nice job