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 Gregers.

[Quickly.] Well, what then?

Hialmar.

If I then asked her: Hedvig, are you willing to renounce that life for me? [Laughs scornfully.] No thank you! You would soon hear what answer I should get.

[A pistol shot is heard from within the garret.

Gregers.

[Loudly and joyfully.] Hialmar!

Hialmar.

There now; he must needs go shooting too.

Gina.

[Comes in.] Oh Ekdal, I can hear grandfather blazing away in the garret by hisself.

Hialmar.

I'll look in

Gregers.

[Eagerly, with emotion.] Wait a moment! Do you know what that was?

Hialmar.

Yes, of course I know.

Gregers.

No you don't know. But I do. That was the proof!

Hialmar.

What proof?