Gregers (going over to him). What, is it really?
Ekdal. You can see—h’m!
Hjalmar (rather embarrassed). This belongs to father, you understand.
Gregers (by the door, looking into the loft). Why, you keep fowls, Lieutenant Ekdal!
Ekdal. Should think we did keep fowls. They’re gone to roost now. But you should see the fowls by daylight, you should!
Hedvig. And then there’s a——
Ekdal. Sh!—Sh!—don’t say anything yet.
Gregers. And you’ve pigeons, too, I see.
Ekdal. Oh, yes! May be we’ve got pigeons, too! The pigeon-houses are up there under the eaves; for you know pigeons always like to roost high.
Hjalmar. But these are not all common pigeons.