Hjalmar (lying on the floor looks anxiously at him). Surely it’s not dangerous? Eh, Relling! She’s hardly bleeding at all. Surely it’s not dangerous?
Relling. How did this happen?
Hjalmar. Ah! how should I know.
Gina. She wanted to shoot the wild duck.
Relling. The wild duck.
Hjalmar. The pistol must have gone off.
Relling. H’m. I see.
Ekdal. The woods avenge themselves. But I’m not afraid for all that.
He goes into the loft, and closes it behind him.
Hjalmar. Well, Relling—why don’t you speak?