Page:The collected works of Henrik Ibsen (Volume 8).djvu/429

 Gina.

[Bursts into tears.] Oh my child, my child

Gregers.

[Huskily.] In the depths of the sea

Hialmar.

[Jumps up.] No, no, she must live! Oh, for God's sake, Relling—only a moment—only just till I can tell her how unspeakably I loved her all the time!

Relling.

The bullet has gone through her heart. Internal hemorrhage. Death must have been instantaneous.

Hialmar.

And I! I hunted her from me like an animal! And she crept terrified into the garret and died for love of me! [Sobbing.] I can never atone to her! I can never tell her! [Clenches his hands and cries, upwards.] O thou above! If thou be indeed! Why hast thou done this thing to me?

Gina.

Hush, hush, you mustn't go on that awful way. We had no right to keep her, I suppose.

Molvik.

The child is not dead, but sleepeth.

Relling.

Bosh!

Hialmar.

[Becomes calm, goes over to the sofa, folds his arms, and looks at Hedvig.] There she lies so stiff and still.