Gregers. I suppose your strength of mind failed you when it came to the point.
Hedvig. No, it’s not that exactly. But when I woke up early this morning and thought over what we’d talked about, it seemed to me that it was so strange.
Gregers. Strange?
Hedvig. Yes, I don’t know—— Yesterday evening, directly after, I thought there was something so beautiful about it; but after I’d been to sleep and thought it over again, there seemed to be nothing in it.
Gregers. Ah no! I suppose you couldn’t have grown up here without some falling off.
Hedvig. That doesn’t matter, if only father would come up, I——
Gregers. Ah! If only your eyes had been really opened to that which makes life of value—if you had the real, joyous, brave spirit of sacrifice you would soon see that he would come up to you—— But I still have faith in you, Hedvig.
He goes out at the entrance door. Hedvig walks about the room; she is going into the kitchen when there is a knock at the door of the loft. Hedvig goes and opens it a little, Old Ekdal comes out, she pushes the door to again.
Ekdal. H’m. There’s not much fun in going the morning rounds alone.
Hedvig. Didn’t you want to go hunting, grandfather?