[Looking through the net.] You have a fowling-piece too, I see.
Hialmar.
That is father’s old gun. It’s of no use now; something has gone wrong with the lock. But it’s fun to have it all the same; for we can take it to pieces now and then, and clean and grease it, and screw it together again.—Of course, it’s mostly father that fiddle-faddles with all that sort of thing.
Hedvig.
[Beside Gregers.] Now you can see the wild duck properly.
Gregers.
I was just looking at her. One of her wings seems to me to droop a bit.
Hedvig.
Well, no wonder; her wing was broken, you know.
Gregers.