Hedvig.
No? I don’t care about going out now.
Hialmar.
Yes do; it seems to me your eyes are blinking a great deal; all these vapours in here are bad for you. The air is heavy under this roof.
Hedvig.
Very well then, I'll run down the kitchen stair and go for a little walk. My cloak and hat?—oh, they’re in my own room. Father—be sure you don’t do the wild duck any harm whilst I'm out.
Hialmar.
Not a feather of its head shall be touched. [Draws her to him.] You and I, Hedvig—we two——! Well, go along.
[Hedvig nods to her parents and goes out through the kitchen.
Hialmar.