Hialmar.
Open the door, Hedvig; father wants to come out. [Hedvig goes over and opens the door a little way; Ekdal enters with a fresh rabbit-skin: she closes the door after him.
Ekdal.
Good morning, gentlemen! Good sport to-day. Shot a big one.
Hialmar.
And you've gone and skinned it without waiting for me!
Ekdal.
Salted it too. It's good tender meat, is rabbit; it's sweet; it tastes like sugar. Good appetite to you, gentlemen! [Goes into his room.
Molvik.
[Rising.] Excuse me; I can't; I must get downstairs immediately
Relling. Drink some soda water, man!
Molvik.
[Hurrying away.] Ugh—ugh! [Goes out by the passage door.
Relling.
[To Hialmar.] Let us drain a glass to the old hunter.
Hialmar.
[Clinks glasses with him.] To the undaunted sportsman who has looked death in the face!
