[Smiling.] Yes.
Gina.
[Laying the table.] That blessëd wild duck! What a lot of fuss you do make over her.
Hialmar.
H'm;—will lunch soon be ready?
Gina.
Yes, directly. Hedvig, you must come and help me now.
[Gina and Hedvig go out into the kitchen.
Hialmar.
[In a low voice.] I think you had better not stand there looking in at father; he doesn’t like it. [Gregers moves away from the garret door.] Besides I may as well shut up before the others come. [Claps his hands to drive the fowls back.] Shh—shh, in with you! [Draws up the curtain and pulls the doors together.] All the contrivances are my own invention. It’s really quite amusing to have things of this sort to potter with, and to put to rights when they get out of order. And it’s absolutely necessary, too; for Gina objects to having rabbits and fowls in the studio.