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Gregers.

Have you really the courage for it, do you think?

Hedvig.

I'll ask grandfather to shoot the wild duck for me.

Gregers.

Yes, do. But not a word to your mother about it.

Hedvig.

Why not?

Gregers.

She doesn't understand us.

Hedvig.

The wild duck! I'll try it to-morrow morning

[Gina comes in by the passage door.

Hedvig.

[Going towards her.] Did you find him, mother?

Gina.

No, but I heard as he had called and taken Relling with him.

Gregers.

Are you sure of that?

Gina.

Yes, the porter's wife said so. Molvik went with them too, she said.

Gregers.

This evening, when his mind so sorely needs to wrestle in solitude——!