Gregers (trying to change the subject). Yes, the wild duck, that’s true! Let’s talk a little about the wild duck, Hedvig.
Hedvig. The poor wild duck. He can’t bear to see her either. Only think, he wanted to wring her neck!
Gregers. Oh! he’ll not do that I’m sure.
Hedvig. No, but he said so. And I think it was so horrid of father, because I say my prayers for the wild duck every night and beg she may be preserved from death, and all that is evil.
Gregers (looking at her). Do you always say your prayers at night?
Hedvig. Oh, yes.
Gregers. Who taught you to do that?
Hedvig. I myself; it was once when father was so ill, and had leeches on his throat, and then he said he was wrestling with death.
Gregers. Well?
Hedvig. So I prayed for him after I had gone to bed. And ever since I’ve gone on with it.