Relling. She’s shot in the breast.
Hjalmar. Yes, but she’ll come round.
Relling. Surely you see that Hedvig is dead.
Gina (bursting into tears). Oh! the child, the child!
Gregers (hoarsely). In the depths of the ocean——
Hjalmar (springing up). No, no, she must live! Ah! For God’s sake, Relling—only one moment—only till I shall have told her how I loved her beyond all words all the time.
Relling. She’s shot through the breast. Bleeding inwardly. She must have died on the spot.
Hjalmar. And I, who drove her from me like a wild animal! And scared, she crept into the loft and died for love of me. (Sobbing.) Never to be able to make that good again! Never to be able to tell her!—— (Clenching his hands and crying out.) Oh! Thou who art above!—If Thou art there! Why hast Thou done this to me!
Gina. Hush, hush! you must not say such wicked things. We had no right to keep her, I suppose.
Molvik. The child is not dead; she sleepeth.