Gregers. Never when I am face to face with a true, genuine man.
Hjalmar. No; and that seems sensible enough to me. A little butter, Gina.
Relling. And a little bit of pork for Molvik.
Molvik. Uh! No pork!
There is a knock at the door of the loft.
Hjalmar. Open the door, Hedvig; father wants to come out.
Hedvig opens the door a little way, Old Ekdal comes in with a fresh rabbit-skin; he closes the door after him.
Ekdal. Good-morning, gentlemen! Have had capital sport to-day. Have shot a big one.
Hjalmar. And you’ve skinned it before I came!
Ekdal. Have salted it, too. It’s good tender meat, is rabbit meat; and it’s sweet, too; tastes like sugar. Hope you’re enjoying yourselves, gentlemen!