Hjalmar. Yes; for there is imminent danger of her losing her sight.
Gregers. Become blind!
Hjalmar. Yes. At present there are only the merest symptoms, and it may be a long while yet. But the doctor has warned us. It must inevitably come.
Gregers. That is a terrible misfortune! How did she get it?——
Hjalmar (sighing). It is probably hereditary.
Gregers (starting). Hereditary?
Gina. Ekdal’s mother had weak eyes, too.
Hjalmar. Yes, so father says; I can’t remember her.
Gregers. Poor child! And how does she take it?
Hjalmar. Ah! you may imagine, we’ve not had the heart to tell her anything. She has no idea of any danger. Joyous and free from care, and chirping like a little bird flying away into life’s everlasting night. (Overcome.) Ah! that is such a crushing blow for me, Gregers.