Hedvig.
Oh but, father, you promised that we should have a little party——
Hialmar.
H'm, true. Well then, from the day after tomorrow. I should almost like to wring that cursëd wild duck’s neck!
Hedvig.
[Shrieks.] The wild duck!
Gina.
Well I never!
Hedvig.
[Shaking him.] Oh no, father; you know it’s my wild duck!