I think he might be just as fond of me for all that. Yes, fonder almost. We got the wild duck in a present, you know, and I love it so dearly all the same.
Gregers.
[Turning the conversation.] Ah, the wild duck, by-the-bye! Let us talk about the wild duck a little, Hedvig.
Hedvig.
The poor wild duck! He doesn’t want to see it any more either. Only think, he wanted to wring its neck!
Gregers.
Oh, he won’t do that.
Hedvig.
No; but he said he would like to. And I think it was horrid of father to say it; for I pray for the wild duck every night, and ask that it may be preserved from death and all that is evil.
Gregers.