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.