Oh yes, do, father!
Hialmar.
[Rising.] Very well then.
Gregers.
[To Gina.] What is it?
Gina.
Oh, nothing so very wonderful, after all.
[Ekdal and Hialmar have gone to the back wall and are each pushing back a side of the sliding door; Hedvig helps the old man; Gregers remains standing by the sofa; Gina sits still and sews. Through the open doorway a large, deep irregular garret is seen with odd nooks and corners; a couple of stove-pipes running through it, from rooms below. There are sky-lights through which clear moonbeams shine in on some parts of the great room; others lie in deep shadow.
Ekdal.
[To Gregers.] You may come close up if you like.