Ekdal. Common! No, should think not! We’ve got tumblers, and we’ve a few pouters, too. But come here! Can you see those hutches out there by the wall?——
Gregers. Yes. But what do you use them for?
Ekdal. The rabbits go in there in the night, my lad.
Gregers. Why, you’ve rabbits, too, then?
Ekdal. Yes. Deuce take it, you might know we should have rabbits! He wants to know if we’ve got rabbits, Hjalmar!—H’m! But now the real thing’s coming, you know. Now then! Out of the way, Hedvig. Come and stand here; that’s it—and look down there. Don’t you see anything there in the basket filled with straw?
Gregers. Yes. I see there’s a bird lying in the basket.
Ekdal. H’m! “A bird”——
Gregers. Isn’t it a duck?
Ekdal (hurt). Yes, of course, it’s a duck.
Hjalmar. But what sort of a duck, do you think——?