Gregers. And she seems a little lame in one foot, isn’t she?
Hjalmar. Perhaps just a very little bit.
Hedvig. Yes, for the dog bit her in that foot.
Hjalmar. But she hasn’t another fault or blemish; and that is really remarkable for a creature that has had a discharge of shot into its body, and has been between a dog’s teeth.
Gregers (with a glance at Hedvig). And who has been to the depths of the ocean?
Hedvig (smiling). Yes.
Gina (setting the table). Oh! that blessed wild duck! You’ll be falling down and worshipping her next.
Hjalmar. H’m—is the lunch nearly ready?
Gina. Yes, in a moment. Hedvig, you must come and help me now.
Gina and Hedvig go out into the kitchen.