Hush, hush, you mustn’t go on that awful way. We had no right to keep her, I suppose.
Molvik.
The child is not dead, but sleepeth.
Relling.
Bosh!
Hialmar.
[Becomes calm, goes over to the sofa, folds his arms, and looks at Hedvig.] There she lies so stiff and still.
Relling.
[Tries to loosen the pistol.] She’s holding it so tight, so tight.
Gina.