Gina (turning to Hjalmar). But, dear Ekdal, it’s getting awfully cold here.
Ekdal. H’m! Let’s shut it up then. Besides it’s not good to disturb their night’s rest. Give a hand, Hedvig.
Hjalmar and Hedvig push the doors of the loft together.
Ekdal. Another time you can see her properly. (Sitting down in the arm-chair by the stove.) Ah! wild ducks are very wonderful creatures, take my word for it.
Gregers. But how did you catch it, Lieutenant Ekdal?
Ekdal. Didn’t catch her, I didn’t. There’s a certain man in the town here, whom we’ve to thank for her.
Gregers (starting slightly). Surely the man’s not my father?
Ekdal. Yes, he is though. Just your father. H’m!
Hjalmar. It is funny you should have guessed that, Gregers.
Gregers. Why you were telling me that you were indebted to my father for all sorts of things, and so I thought that——