Just what I was thinking of. Do you want to go in. Shall I open the door for you?
Ekdal.
Well, it wouldn’t be a bad notion.
Hialmar.
[Rises.] Then we’d have that off our hands.
Ekdal.
Yes, exactly. It’s got to be ready first thing to-morrow. It is to-morrow, isn’t it? H'm?
Hialmar.
Yes, of course it’s to-morrow.
[Hialmar and Ekdal push aside each his half of the sliding door. The morning sun is shining in through the skylights; some doves are flying about; others sit cooing, upon the perches; the hens are heard clucking now and then, further back in the garret.