Ekdal.
Ho-ho! are you afraid I shall shoot your wild duck? Never in the world. Never.
Hedvig.
No, I suppose you couldn’t; they say it’s very difficult to shoot wild ducks.
Ekdal.
Couldn’t! Should rather think I could.
Hedvig.
How would you set about it, grandfather?—I don’t mean with my wild duck, but with others?
Ekdal.
I should take care to shoot them in the breast, you know; that’s the surest place. And then you must shoot against the feathers, you see—not the way of the feathers.