Hjalmar (outside). No, she’s not here either. (Coming in.) She must have gone out.
Gina. Yes, you know you wouldn’t have her about the house.
Hjalmar. Ah! if only she will return home soon—that I may really tell her—— Now all shall be well, Gregers, for I believe now we can start life afresh.
Gregers (quietly). I knew it; I knew the regeneration would come through the child.
Old Ekdal comes in from the door of his room; he is in full uniform, and is busy buckling on his sword.
Hjalmar (astonished). Father! Are you there?
Gina. Have you been shooting in your room?
Ekdal (reproachfully, approaching). So you go hunting by yourself, Hjalmar?
Hjalmar (anxiously and confused). So it wasn’t you shooting in the loft?
Ekdal. I shooting? H’m!