Gregers.
[Quietly.] She will! Let the child make amends. It will be a most realistic and impressive finale!
Gina.
No, no—put down the pigstol, Hedvig. Do you hear, child?
Hedvig.
[Still aiming.] I hear—but I shan't unless father tells me to.
Gregers.
Hialmar, show the great soul I always said you had. This sorrow will set free what is noble in you. Don't spoil a fine situation. Be a man! Let the child shoot herself!
Hialmar.
[Irresolutely.] Well, really, I don't know. There's a good deal in what Gregers says. H'm!