Hedvig. It’s so untidy here.
She is about to clear away the photographs.
Gregers. Oh! don’t trouble. Are they portraits that have to be finished?
Hedvig. Yes, they are; I was going to help father with them.
Gregers. Don’t let me prevent you.
Hedvig. Oh, no.
She moves the things towards her and sits down to work; Gregers watches her for a while in silence.
Gregers. Did the wild duck sleep well last night?
Hedvig. Yes, thank you, I believe so.
Gregers (turning to the loft). It looks quite different in there by daylight from what it did in the moonshine.