Ekdal. He was out in a boat, you see, and he shot her. But father’s sight is pretty bad now. H’m; he only wounded her.
Gregers. Ah! she got a couple of shot in her body, I suppose.
Hjalmar. Yes, two or three....
Gregers. And she thrives all right in the garret there?
Hjalmar. Yes, wonderfully well. She’s got fat. She’s been in there so long now that she’s forgotten her natural wild life, and it all depends on that.
Gregers. You’re right there, Hjalmar.
And in a dialogue between Hedwig and Gregers Werle (p. 305):
Hedwig. ... If I had learnt basket-making, I could have made the new basket for the wild duck.
Gregers. So you could; and it was, strictly speaking, your business, wasn’t it?
Hedwig. Yes, for she’s my wild duck.