Gregers.
But you ought not to be. You have a good deal of the Wild Duck about you. So have your wife and daughter. You are living in marsh vapours. Tomorrow I will take you out for a walk and explain what I mean. It is my mission in life. Good night!
[He goes out.
Gina and Hedwig.
What was the gentleman talking about, father?
Hialmar.
[Eating bread and butter.] He has been dining, you know. No matter—what we have to do now, is to put my disreputable old whitehaired pariah of a parent to bed.
[He and Gina lift Old Eccles—we mean Old Ekdal—up by the legs and arms, and take him off to bed as the Curtain falls.