Hedvig. They go a-hunting.
Gregers. What hunt? (Going towards the door of the loft.) Are you hunting, Hjalmar?
Hjalmar (behind the net). Are you here? I didn’t know—I was so taken up—— (To Hedvig.) And you didn’t tell us——
Comes into the studio.
Gregers. Do you go a hunting in the loft?
Hjalmar (showing a double-barreled pistol). Oh! only with this.
Gina. Yes, you and grandfather’ll have an accident one of these days with that pigstol.
Hjalmar (vexed). I think I’ve told you, that this kind of fire-arm is called a pistol.
Gina. Well, I don’t think that’s any better.
Gregers. So you too have turned hunter; you too, Hjalmar?