Gregers (cries out to Hjalmar). She has shot the wild duck herself!
Hjalmar. What is that! (He rushes to the door of the loft, pushes it aside, looks in and cries out.) Hedvig!
Gina (running to the door). Good God! What is it!
Hjalmar (going in). She is lying on the floor!
Gregers. Hedvig lying on the floor! (Going in to Hjalmar.)
Gina (at the same time). Hedvig! (Goes in to the loft.) No, no, no!
Ekdal. Ha, ha! So she’s going in for shooting too?
Hjalmar, Gina and Gregers carry Hedvig into the studio, her right hand hangs down, holding the pistol, tightly clasped between her fingers.
Hjalmar (distracted). The pistol has gone off. She has wounded herself. Call for help! Help!
Gina (running into the passage and calling). Relling! Relling! Doctor Relling! Hurry up here as fast as you can!