Hedvig.
Do they die then, grandfather?
Ekdal.
Yes, they die right enough—when you shoot properly. Well, I must go and brush up a bit. H'm—understand—h’m. [Goes into his room.
[Hedvig waits a little, glances towards the sitting-room door, goes over to the book-case, stands on tip-toe, takes the double-barrelled pistol down from the shelf, and looks at it. Gina, with brush and duster, comes from the sitting-room. Hedvig hastily lays down the pistol, unobserved.
Gina.
Don’t stand raking amongst father’s things, Hedvig.
Hedvig.
[Goes away from the bookcase.] I was only going to tidy up a little.
Gina.