HIALMAR EKDAL'S studio, a good-sized room, evidently in the top storey of the building. On the right, a sloping roof of large panes of gla**, half-covered by a blue curtain. In the right-hand corner, at the back, the entrance door; farther forward, on the same side, a door leading to the sitting-room. Two doors on the opposite side, and between them an iron stove. At the back, a wide double sliding-door. The studio is plainly but comfortably fitted up and furnished. Between the doors on the right, standing out a little from the wall, a sofa with a table and some chairs; on the table a lighted lamp with a shade; beside the stove an old arm-chair. Photographic instruments and apparatus of different kinds lying about the room. Against the back wall, to the left of the double door, stands a bookcase containing a few books, boxes, and bottles of chemicals, instruments, tools, and other objects. Photographs and small articles, such as camel's-hair pencils, paper, and so forth, lie on the table.
GINA EKDAL sits on a chair by the table, sewing. HEDVIG is sitting on the sofa, with her hands shading her eyes and her thumbs in her ears, reading a book.]
GINA
[glances once or twice at HEDVIG, as if with secret anxiety; then says:] Hedvig!
[Hedvig does not hear.]
GINA
[repeats more loudly.] Hedvig!
HEDVIG
[takes away her hands and looks up.] Yes, mother?
GINA
Hedvig dear, you mustn't sit reading any longer now.
HEDVIG
Oh mother, mayn't I read a little more? Just a little bit?
GINA
No, no, you must put away your book now. Father doesn't like it; he never reads hisself in the evening.
HEDVIG
[shuts the book.] No, father doesn't care much about reading.
GINA
[puts aside her sewing and takes up a lead pencil and a little account-book from the table.] Can you remember how much we paid for the bu*ter to-day?
HEDVIG
It was one crown sixty-five.
GINA
That's right. [Puts it down.] It's terrible what a lot of bu*ter we get through in this house. Then there was the smoked sausage, and the cheese — let me see — [Writes] — and the ham — [Adds up.] Yes, that makes just —
HEDVIG
And then the beer.
GINA
Yes, to be sure. [Writes.] How it do mount up! But we can't manage with no less.
HEDVIG
And then you and I didn't need anything hot for dinner, as father was out.
GINA
No; that was so much to the good. And then I took eight crowns fifty for the photographs.
HEDVIG
Really! So much as that?
GINA
Exactly eight crowns fifty.
[Silence. GINA takes up her sewing again, HEDVIG takes paper and pencil and begins to draw, shading her eyes with her left hand.]
HEDVIG
Isn't it jolly to think that father is at Mr. Werle's big dinner-party?
GINA
You know he's not really Mr. Werle's guest. It was the son invited him. [After a pause.] We have nothing to do with that Mr. Werle.
HEDVIG
I'm longing for father to come home. He promised to ask Mrs. Sorby for something nice for me.
GINA
Yes, there's plenty of good things going in that house, I can tell you.
HEDVIG
[goes on drawing.] And I believe I'm a little hungry too.
[OLD EKDAL, with the paper parcel under his arm and another parcel in his coat pocket, comes in by the entrance door.]
GINA
How late you are to-day, grandfather!
EKDAL
They had locked the office door. Had to wait in Graberg's room. And then they let me through — h'm.
HEDVIG
Did you get some more copying to do, grandfather?
EKDAL
This whole packet. Just look.
GINA
That's capital.
HEDVIG
And you have another parcel in your pocket.
EKDAL
Eh? Oh never mind, that's nothing. [Puts his stick away in a corner.] This work will keep me going a long time, Gina. [Opens one of the sliding-doors in the back wall a little.] Hush! [Peeps into the room for a moment, then pushes the door carefully to again.] Hee-hee! They're fast asleep, all the lot of them. And she's gone into the basket herself. Hee-hee!
HEDVIG
Are you sure she isn't cold in that basket, grandfather?
EKDAL
Not a bit of it! Cold? With all that straw? [Goes towards the farther door on the left.] There are matches in here, I suppose.
GINA
The matches is on the drawers.
[EKDAL goes into his room.]
HEDVIG
It's nice that grandfather has got all that copying.
GINA
Yes, poor old father; it means a bit of pocket-money for him.
HEDVIG
And he won't be able to sit the whole forenoon down at that horrid Madam Eriksen's.
GINA
No more he won't.
[Short silence.]
HEDVIG
Do you suppose they are still at the dinner-table?
GINA
Goodness knows; as like as not.
HEDVIG
Think of all the delicious things father is having to eat! I'm certain he'll be in splendid spirits when he comes. Don't you think so, mother?
GINA
Yes; and if only we could tell him that we'd got the room let —
HEDVIG
But we don't need that this evening.
GINA
Oh, we'd be none the worst of it, I can tell you. It's no use to us as it is.
HEDVIG
I mean we don't need it this evening, for father will be in a good humour at any rate. It is best to keep the letting of the room for another time.
GINA
[looks across at her.] You like having some good news to tell father when he comes home in the evening?
HEDVIG
Yes; for then things are pleasanter somehow.
GINA
[thinking to herself.] Yes, yes, there's something in that.
[OLD EKDAL comes in again and is going out by the foremost door to the left.]
GINA
[half turning in her chair.] Do you want something out of the kitchen, grandfather?
EKDAL
Yes, yes, I do. Don't you trouble.
[Goes out.]
GINA
He's not poking away at the fire, is he? [ Waits a moment.] Hedvig, go and see what he's about.
[EKDAL comes in again with a small jug of steaming hot water.]
HEDVIG
Have you been getting some hot water, grandfather?
EKDAL
Yes, hot water. Want it for something. Want to write, and the ink has got as thick as porridge — h'm.
GINA
But you'd best have your supper, first, grandfather. It's laid in there.
EKDAL
Can't be bothered with supper, Gina. Very busy, I tell you. No one's to come to my room. No one — h'm.
[He goes into his room; GINA and HEDVIG look at each other.]
GINA
[softly.] Can you imagine where he's got money from?
HEDVIG
From Graberg, perhaps.
GINA
Not a bit of it. Graberg always sends the money to me.
HEDVIG
Then he must have got a bottle on credit somewhere.
GINA
Poor grandfather, who'd give him credit?
HIALMAR EKDAL, in an overcoat and grey felt hat, comes in from the right.]
GINA
[throws down her sewing and rises.] Why, Ekdal, Is that you already?
HEDVIG
[at the same time jumping up.] Fancy your coming so soon, father!
HIALMAR
[taking off his hat.] Yes, most of the people were coming away.
HEDVIG
So early?
HIALMAR
Yes, it was a dinner-party, you know.
[Is taking off his overcoat.]
GINA
Let me help you.
HEDVIG
Me too.
[They draw off his coat; GINA hangs it up on the back wall.]
HEDVIG
Were there many people there, father?
HIALMAR
Oh no, not many. We were about twelve or fourteen at table.
GINA
And you had some talk with them all?
HIALMAR
Oh yes, a little; but Gregers took me up most of the time.
GINA
Is Gregers as ugly as ever?
HIALMAR
Well, he's not very much to look at. Hasn't the old man come home?
HEDVIG
Yes, grandfather is in his room, writing.
HIALMAR
Did he say anything?
GINA
No, what should he say?
HIALMAR
Didn't he say anything about —? I heard something about his having been with Graberg. I'll go in and see him for a moment.
GINA
No, no, better not.
HIALMAR
Why not? Did he say he didn't want me to go in?
GINA
I don't think he wants to see nobody this evening —
HEDVIG
[making signs.] H'm — h'm!
GINA
[not noticing.] — he has been in to fetch hot water —
HIALMAR
Aha! Then he's —
GINA
Yes, I suppose so.
HIALMAR
Oh God! my poor old white-haired father! — Well, well; there let him sit and get all the enjoyment he can.
[OLD EKDAL, in an indoor coat and with a lighted pipe, comes from his room.]
EKDAL
Got home? Thought it was you I heard talking.
HIALMAR
Yes, I have just come.
EKDAL
You didn't see me, did you?
HIALMAR
No, but they told me you had pa**ed through — so I thought I would follow you.
EKDAL
H'm, good of you, Hialmar. — Who were they, all those fellows?
HIALMAR
— Oh, all sorts of people. There was Chamberlain Flor, and Chamberlain Balle, and Chamberlain Kaspersen, and Chamberlain — this, that, and the other — I don't know who all —
EKDAL
[nodding.] Hear that, Gina! Chamberlains every one of them!
GINA
Yes, I hear as they're terrible genteel in that house nowadays.
HEDVIG
Did the Chamberlains sing, father? Or did they read aloud?
HIALMAR
No, they only talked nonsense. They wanted me to recite something for them; but I knew better than that.
EKDAL
You weren't to be persuaded, eh?
GINA
Oh, you might have done it.
HIALMAR
No; one mustn't be at everybody's beck and call. [Walks about the room.] That's not my way, at any rate.
EKDAL
No, no; Hialmar's not to be had for the asking, he isn't.
HIALMAR
I don't see why I should bother myself to entertain people on the rare occasions when I go into society. Let the others exert themselves. These fellows go from one great dinner-table to the next and gorge and guzzle day out and day in. It's for them to bestir themselves and do something in return for all the good feeding they get.
GINA
But you didn't say that?
HIALMAR
[humming.] Ho-ho-ho —; faith, I gave them a bit of my mind.
EKDAL
Not the Chamberlains?
HIALMAR
Oh, why not? [Lightly.] After that, we had a little discussion about Tokay.
EKDAL
Tokay! There's a fine wine for you!
HIALMAR
[comes to a standstill.] It may be a fine wine. But of course you know the vintages differ; it all depends on how much sunshine the grapes have had.
GINA
Why, you know everything, Ekdal.
EKDAL
And did they dispute that?
HIALMAR
They tried to; but they were requested to observe that it was just the same with Chamberlains — that with them, too, different batches were of different qualities.
GINA
What things you do think of!
EKDAL
Hee-hee! So they got that in their pipes too?
HIALMAR
Right in their teeth.
EKDAL
Do you hear that, Gina? He said it right in the very teeth of all the Chamberlains.
GINA
Fancy —! Right in their teeth!
HIALMAR
Yes, but I don't want it talked about. One doesn't speak of such things. The whole affair pa**ed off quite amicably of course. They were nice, genial fellows; I didn't want to wound them — not I!
EKDAL
Right in their teeth, though —!
HEDVIG
[caressingly.] How nice it is to see you in a dress-coat! It suits you so well, father.
HIALMAR
Yes, don't you think so? And this one really sits to perfection. It fits almost as if it had been made for me; — a little tight in the arm-holes perhaps; — help me, Hedvig [takes off the coat.] I think I'll put on my jacket. Where is my jacket, Gina?
GINA
Here it is. [Brings the jacket and helps him.]
HIALMAR
That's it! Don't forget to send the coat back to Molvik first thing to-morrow morning.
GINA
[laying it away.] I'll be sure and see to it.
HIALMAR
[stretching himself.] After all, there's a more homely feeling about this. A free-and-easy indoor costume suits my whole personality better. Don't you think so, Hedvig?
HEDVIG
Yes, father.
HIALMAR
When I loosen my necktie into a pair of flowing ends — like this?
HEDVIG
Yes, that goes so well with your moustache and the sweep of your curls.
HIALMAR
I should not call them curls exactly; I should rather say locks.
HEDVIG
Yes, they are too big for curls.
HIALMAR
Locks describes them better.
HEDVIG
[after a pause, twitching his jacket.] Father!
HIALMAR
Well, what is it?
HEDVIG
Oh, you know very well.
HIALMAR
No, really I don't —
HEDVIG
[half laughing, half whispering.] Oh, yes, father; now don't tease me any longer!
HIALMAR
Why, what do you mean?
HEDVIG
[shaking him.] Oh what nonsense; come, where are they, father? All the good things you promised me, you know?
HIALMAR
Oh — if I haven't forgotten all about them!
HEDVIG
Now you're only teasing me, father! Oh, it's too bad of you! Where have you put them?
HIALMAR
No, I positively forgot to get anything. But wait a little! I have something else for you, Hedvig.
[Goes and searches in the pockets of the coat.]
HEDVIG
[skipping and clapping her hands.] Oh mother, mother!
GINA
There, you see; if you only give him time —
HIALMAR
[with a paper.] Look, here it is.
HEDVIG
That? Why, that's only a paper.
HIALMAR
That is the bill of fare, my dear; the whole bill of fare. Here you see: "Menu" — that means bill of fare.
HEDVIG
Haven't you anything else?
HIALMAR
I forgot the other things, I tell you. But you may take my word for it, these dainties are very unsatisfying. Sit down at the table and read the bill of fare, and then I'll describe to you how the dishes taste. Here you are, Hedvig.
HEDVIG
[gulping down her tears.] Thank you.
She seats herself, but does not read; GINA makes signs to her; HIALMAR notices it.]
HIALMAR
[pacing up and down the room.] It's monstrous what absurd things the father of a family is expected to think of; and if he forgets the smallest trifle, he is treated to sour faces at once. Well, well, one gets used to that too. [Stops near the stove, by the old man's chair.] Have you peeped in there this evening, father?
EKDAL
Yes, to be sure I have. She's gone into the basket.
HIALMAR
Ah, she has gone into the basket. Then she's beginning to get used to it.
EKDAL
Yes; just as I prophesied. But you know there are still a few little things —
HIALMAR
A few improvements, yes.
EKDAL
They've got to be made, you know.
HIALMAR
Yes, let us have a talk about the improvements, father. Come, let us sit on the sofa.
EKDAL
All right. H'm — think I'll just fill my pipe first. Must clean it out, too. H'm.
[He goes into his room.]
GINA
[smiling to HIALMAR.] His pipe!
HIALMAR
Oh yes yes, Gina; let him alone — the poor shipwrecked old man. — Yes, these improvements — we had better get them out of hand to-morrow.
GINA
You'll hardly have time to-morrow, Ekdal.
HEDVIG
[interposing.] Oh yes he will, mother!
GINA
— for remember them prints that has to be retouched; they've sent for them time after time.
HIALMAR
There now! those prints again! I shall get them finished all right! Have any new orders come in?
Gina
No, worse luck; to-morrow I have nothing but those two sittings, you know.
HIALMAR
Nothing else? Oh no, if people won't set about things with a will —
GINA
But what more can I do? Don't I advertise in the papers as much as we can afford?
HIALMAR
Yes, the papers, the papers; you see how much good they do. And I suppose no one has been to look at the room either?
GINA
No, not yet.
HIALMAR
That was only to be expected. If people won't keep their eyes open — . Nothing can be done without a real effort, Gina!
HEDVIG
[going towards him.] Shall I fetch you the flute, father?
HIALMAR
No; no flute for me; I want no pleasures in this world. [Pacing about.] Yes, indeed I will work to-morrow; you shall see if I don't. You may be sure I shall work as long as my strength holds out.
GINA
But my dear good Ekdal, I didn't mean it in that way.
HEDVIG
Father, mayn't I bring in a bottle of beer?
HIALMAR
No, certainly not. I require nothing, nothing — [Comes to a standstill.] Beer? Was it beer you were talking about?
HEDVIG
[cheerfully.] Yes, father; beautiful fresh beer.
HIALMAR
Well — since you insist upon it, you may bring in a bottle.
GINA
Yes, do; and we'll be nice and cosy.
[HEDVIG runs towards the kitchen door.]
HIALMAR
[by the stove, stops her, looks at her, puts his arm round her neck and presses her to him.] Hedvig, Hedvig!
HEDVIG
[with tears of joy.] My dear, kind father!
HIALMAR
No, don't call me that. Here have I been feasting at the rich man's table, — battening at the groaning board —! And I couldn't even —!
GINA
[sitting at the table.] Oh, nonsense, nonsense, Ekdal.
HIALMAR
It's not nonsense! And yet you mustn't be too hard upon me. You know that I love you for all that.
HEDVIG
[throwing her arms round him.] And we love you, oh, so dearly, father!
HIALMAR
And if I am unreasonable once in a while, — why then — you must remember that I am a man beset by a host of cares. There, there! [Dries his eyes.] No beer at such a moment as this. Give me the flute.
[HEDVIG runs to the bookcase and fetches it.]
HIALMAR
Thanks! That's right. With my flute in my hand and you two at my side — ah —!
[HEDVIG seats herself at the table near GINA; HIALMAR paces backwards and forwards, pipes up vigorously, and plays a Bohemian peasant-dance, but in a slow plaintive tempo, and with sentimental expression.]
HIALMAR
[ breaking off the melody, holds out his left hand to GINA, and says with emotion:] Our roof may be poor and humble, Gina; but it is home. And with all my heart I say: here dwells my happiness.
[He begins to play again; almost immediately after, a knocking is heard at the entrance door.]
GINA
[rising.] Hush, Ekdal, — I think there's some one at the door.
HIALMAR
[laying the flute on the bookcase.] There! Again!
[GINA goes and opens the door.]
GREGERS
Werle [in the pa**age.] Excuse me —
GINA
[starting back slightly.] Oh!
GREGERS
— does not Mr. Ekdal, the photographer, live here?
GINA
Yes, he does.
HIALMAR
[going towards the door.] Gregers! You here after all? Well, come in then.
GREGERS
[coming in.] I told you I would come and look you up.
HIALMAR
But this evening —? Have you left the party?
GREGERS
I have left both the party and my father's house. — Good evening, Mrs. Ekdal. I don't know whether you recognise me?
GINA
Oh yes; it's not difficult to know young Mr. Werle again.
GREGERS
No, I am like my mother; and no doubt you remember her.
HIALMAR
Left your father's house, did you say?
GREGERS
Yes, I have gone to a hotel.
HIALMAR
Indeed. Well, since you're here, take off your coat and sit down.
GREGERS
Thanks.
[He takes off his overcoat. He is now dressed in a plain grey suit of a countrified cut.]
HIALMAR
Here, on the sofa. Make yourself comfortable.
[GREGERS seats himself on the sofa; HIALMAR takes a chair at the table.]
GREGERS
[looking around him.] So these are your quarters, Hialmar — this is your home.
HIALMAR
This is the studio, as you see —
GINA
But it's the largest of our rooms, so we generally sit here.
HIALMAR
We used to live in a better place; but this flat has one great advantage: there are such capital outer rooms
GINA
And we have a room on the other side of the pa**age that we can let.
GREGERS
[to HIALMAR.] Ah — so you have lodgers too?
HIALMAR
No, not yet. They're not so easy to find, you see; you have to keep your eyes open. [To HEDVIG.] What about that beer, eh?
[HEDVIG nods and goes out into the kitchen.]
GREGERS
So that is your daughter?
HIALMAR
Yes, that is Hedvig.
GREGERS
And she is your only child?
HIALMAR
Yes, the only one. She is the joy of our lives, and — [lowering his voice] — at the same time our deepest sorrow, Gregers.
GREGERS
What do you mean?
HIALMAR
She is in serious danger of losing her eyesight.
GREGERS
Becoming blind?
HIALMAR
Yes. Only the first symptoms have appeared as yet, and she may not feel it much for some time. But the doctor has warned us. It is coming, inexorably.
GREGERS
What a terrible misfortune! How do you account for it?
HIALMAR
[sighs.] Hereditary, no doubt.
GREGERS
[starting.] Hereditary?
GINA
Ekdal's mother had weak eyes.
HIALMAR
Yes, so my father says; I can't remember her.
GREGERS
Poor child! And how does she take it?
HIALMAR
Oh, you can imagine we haven't the heart to tell her of it. She dreams of no danger. Gay and careless and chirping like a little bird, she flutters onward into a life of endless night. [Overcome.] Oh, it is cruelly hard on me, Gregers.
[HEDVIG brings a tray with beer and gla**es, which she sets upon the table.]
HIALMAR
[stroking her hair.] Thanks, thanks, Hedvig.
[HEDVIG puts her arm round his neck and whispers in his ear.]
HIALMAR
No, no bread and bu*ter just now. [Looks up.] But perhaps you would like some, Gregers.
GREGERS
[with a gesture of refusal.] No, no thank you.
HIALMAR
[still melancholy.] Well, you can bring in a little all the same. If you have a crust, that is all I want. And plenty of bu*ter on it, mind.
[HEDVIG nods gaily and goes out into the kitchen again.]
GREGERS
[who has been following her with his eyes.] She seems quite strong and healthy otherwise.
GINA
Yes. In other ways there's nothing amiss with her, thank goodness.
GREGERS
She promises to be very like you, Mrs. Ekdal. How old is she now?
GINA
Hedvig is close on fourteen; her birthday is the day after to-morrow.
GREGERS
She is pretty tall for her age, then.
GINA
Yes, she's shot up wonderful this last year.
GREGERS
It makes one realise one's own age to see these young people growing up. — How long is it now since you were married?
GINA
We've been married — let me see — just on fifteen years.
GREGERS
Is it so long as that?
GINA
[becomes attentive; looks at him.] Yes, it is indeed.
HIALMAR
Yes, so it is. Fifteen years all but a few months. [Changing his tone.] They must have been long years for you, up at the works, Gregers.
GREGERS
They seemed long — while I was living them; now they are over, I hardly know how the time has gone.
[OLD EKDAL comes from his room without his pipe, but with his old-fashioned uniform cap on his head; his gait is somewhat unsteady.]
EKDAL
Come now, Hialmar, let's sit down and have a good talk about this — h'm — what was it again?
HIALMAR
[going towards him.] Father, we have a visitor here — Gregers Werle. — I don't know if you remember him.
EKDAL
[looking at GREGERS, who has risen.] Werle? Is that the son? What does he want with me?
HIALMAR
Nothing; it's me he has come to see.
EKDAL
Oh! Then there's nothing wrong?
HIALMAR
No, no, of course not.
EKDAL
[with a large gesture.] Not that I'm afraid, you know; but —
GREGERS
[goes over to him.] I bring you a greeting from your old hunting-grounds, Lieutenant Ekdal.
EKDAL
Hunting-grounds?
GREGERS
Yes, up in Hoidal, about the works, you know.
EKDAL
Oh, up there. Yes, I knew all those places well in the old days.
GREGERS
You were a great sportsman then.
EKDAL
So I was, I don't deny it. You're looking at my uniform cap. I don't ask anybody's leave to wear it in the house. So long as I don't go out in the streets with it —
[HEDVIG brings a plate of bread and bu*ter, which she puts upon the table.]
HIALMAR
Sit down, father, and have a gla** of beer. Help yourself, Gregers.
[EKDAL mutters and stumbles over to the sofa. GREGERS seats himself on the chair nearest to him, HIALMAR on the other side of GREGERS. GINA sits a little way from the table, sewing; HEDVIG stands beside her father.]
GREGERS
Can you remember, Lieutenant Ekdal, how Hialmar and I used to come up and visit you in the summer and at Christmas?
EKDAL
Did you? No, no, no; I don't remember it. But sure enough I've been a tidy bit of a sportsman in my day. I've shot bears too. I've shot nine of 'em, no less.
GREGERS
[looking sympathetically at him.] And now you never get any shooting?
EKDAL
Can't just say that, sir. Get a shot now and then perhaps. Of course not in the old way. For the woods you see — the woods, the woods —! [Drinks.] Are the woods fine up there now?
GREGERS
Not so fine as in your time. They have been thinned a good deal.
EKDAL
Thinned? [More softly, and as if afraid.] It's dangerous work that. Bad things come of it. The woods revenge themselves.
HIALMAR
[filling up his gla**.] Come — a little more, father.
GREGERS
How can a man like you — such a man for the open air — live in the midst of a stuffy town, boxed within four walls?
EKDAL
[laughs quietly and glances at HIALMAR.] Oh, it's not so bad here. Not at all so bad.
GREGERS
But don't you miss all the things that used to be a part of your very being — the cool sweeping breezes, the free life in the woods and on the uplands, among beasts and birds —?
EKDAL
[smiling.] Hialmar, shall we let him see it?
HIALMAR
[hastily and a little embarra**ed.] Oh, no no, father; not this evening.
GREGERS
What does he want to show me?
HIALMAR
Oh, it's only something — you can see it another time.
GREGERS
[continues, to the old man.] You see I have been thinking, Lieutenant Ekdal, that you should come up with me to the works; I am sure to be going back soon. No doubt you could get some copying there too. And here, you have nothing on earth to interest you — nothing to liven you up.
EKDAL
[stares in astonishment at him.] Have I nothing on earth to —!
GREGERS
Of course you have Hialmar; but then he has his own family. And a man like you, who has always had such a pa**ion for what is free and wild —
EKDAL
[thumps the table.] Hialmar, he shall see it!
HIALMAR
Oh, do you think it's worth while, father? It's all dark.
EKDAL
Nonsense; it's moonlight. [Rises.] He shall see it, I tell you. Let me pa**! Come and help me, Hialmar.
HEDVIG
Oh yes, do, father!
HIALMAR
[rising.] Very well then.
GREGERS
[to GINA.] What is it?
GINA
Oh, nothing so very wonderful, after all.
[EKDAL and HIALMAR have gone to the back wall and are each pushing back a side of the sliding door; HEDVIG helps the old man; GREGERS remains standing by the sofa; GINA sits still and sews. Through the open doorway a large, deep irregular garret is seen with odd nooks and corners; a couple of stove-pipes running through it, from rooms below. There are skylights through which clear moonbeams shine in on some parts of the great room; others lie in deep shadow.]
EKDAL
[to GREGERS.] You may come close up if you like.
GREGERS
[going over to them.] Why, what is it?
EKDAL
Look for yourself. H'm.
HIALMAR
[somewhat embarra**ed.] This belongs to father, you understand.
GREGERS
[at the door, looks into the garret.] Why, you keep poultry, Lieutenant Ekdal.
EKDAL
Should think we did keep poultry. They've gone to roost now. But you should just see our fowls by daylight, sir!
HEDVIG
And there's a —
EKDAL
Sh — sh! don't say anything about it yet.
GREGERS
And you have pigeons too, I see.
EKDAL
Oh yes, haven't we just got pigeons! They have their nest-boxes up there under the roof-tree; for pigeons like to roost high, you see.
HIALMAR
They aren't all common pigeons.
EKDAL
Common! Should think not indeed! We have tumblers, and a pair of pouters, too. But come here! Can you see that hutch down there by the wall?
GREGERS
Yes; what do you use it for?
EKDAL
That's where the rabbits sleep, sir.
GREGERS
Dear me; so you have rabbits too?
EKDAL
Yes, you may take my word for it, we have rabbits! He wants to know if we have rabbits, Hialmar! H'm! But now comes the thing, let me tell you! Here we have it! Move away, Hedvig. Stand here; that's right, — and now look down there. — Don't you see a basket with straw in it?
GREGERS
Yes. And I can see a fowl lying in the basket.
EKDAL
H'm — "a fowl"
GREGERS
Isn't it a duck?
EKDAL
[hurt.] Why, of course it's a duck.
HIALMAR
But what kind of duck, do you think?
HEDVIG
It's not just a common duck —
EKDAL
Sh!
GREGERS
And it's not a Muscovy duck either.
EKDAL
No, Mr. — Werle; it's not a Muscovy duck; for it's a wild duck!
GREGERS
Is it really? A wild duck?
EKDAL
Yes, that's what it is. That "fowl" as you call it — is the wild duck. It's our wild duck, sir.
HEDVIG
My wild duck. It belongs to me.
GREGERS
And can it live up here in the garret? Does it thrive?
EKDAL
Of course it has a trough of water to splash about in, you know.
HIALMAR
Fresh water every other day.
GINA
[turning towards HIALMAR.] But my dear Ekdal, it's getting icy cold here.
EKDAL
H'm, we had better shut up then. It's as well not to disturb their night's rest, too. Close up, Hedvig.
[HIALMAR and HEDVIG push the garret doors together.]
EKDAL
Another time you shall see her properly. [Seats himself in the arm-chair by the stove.] Oh, they're curious things, these wild ducks, I can tell you.
GREGERS
How did you manage to catch it, Lieutenant Ekdal?
EKDAL
I didn't catch it. There's a certain man in this town whom we have to thank for it.
GREGERS
[starts slightly.] That man was not my father, was he?
EKDAL
You've hit it. Your father and no one else. H'm.
HIALMAR
Strange that you should guess that, Gregers.
GREGERS
You were telling me that you owed so many things to my father; and so I thought perhaps —
GINA
But we didn't get the duck from Mr. Werle himself —
EKDAL
It's Hakon Werle we have to thank for her, all the same, Gina. [To GREGERS.] He was shooting from a boat, you see, and he brought her down. But your father's sight is not very good now. H'm; she was only wounded.
GREGERS
Ah! She got a couple of slugs in her body, I suppose.
HIALMAR
Yes, two or three.
HEDVIG
She was hit under the wing, so that she couldn't fly.
GREGERS
And I suppose she dived to the bottom, eh?
EKDAL
[sleepily, in a thick voice.] Of course. Always do that, wild ducks do. They shoot to the bottom as deep as they can get, sir — and bite themselves fast in the tangle and seaweed — and all the devil's own mess that grows down there. And they never come up again.
GREGERS
But your wild duck came up again, Lieutenant Ekdal.
EKDAL
He had such an amazingly clever dog, your father had. And that dog — he dived in after the duck and fetched her up again.
GREGERS
[who has turned to HIALMAR.] And then she was sent to you here?
HIALMAR
Not at once; at first your father took her home. But she wouldn't thrive there; so Pettersen was told to put an end to her —
EKDAL
[half asleep.] H'm — yes — Pettersen — that a** —
HIALMAR
[speaking more softly.] That was how we got her, you see; for father knows Pettersen a little; and when he heard about the wild duck he got him to hand her over to us.
GREGERS
And now she thrives as well as possible in the garret there?
HIALMAR
Yes, wonderfully well. She has got fat. You see, she has lived in there so long now that she has forgotten her natural wild life; and it all depends on that.
GREGERS
You are right there, Hialmar. Be sure you never let her get a glimpse of the sky and the sea — . But I mustn't stay any longer; I think your father is asleep.
HIALMAR
Oh, as for that —
GREGERS
But, by-the-bye — you said you had a room to let — a spare room?
HIALMAR
Yes; what then? Do you know of anybody —?
GREGERS
Can I have that room?
HIALMAR
You?
GINA
Oh no, Mr. Werle, you —
GREGERS
May I have the room? If so, I'll take possession first thing to-morrow morning.
HIALMAR
Yes, with the greatest pleasure —
GINA
But, Mr. Werle, I'm sure it's not at all the sort of room for you.
HIALMAR
Why, Gina! how can you say that?
GINA
Why, because the room's neither large enough nor light enough, and —
GREGERS
That really doesn't matter, Mrs. Ekdal.
HIALMAR
I call it quite a nice room, and not at all badly furnished either.
GINA
But remember the pair of them underneath.
GREGERS
What pair?
GINA
Well, there's one as has been a tutor —
HIALMAR
That's Molvik — Mr. Molvik, B.A.
GINA
And then there's a doctor, by the name of Relling.
GREGERS
Relling? I know him a little; he practised for a time up in Hoidal.
GINA
They're a regular rackety pair, they are. As often as not, they're out on the loose in the evenings; and then they come home at all hours, and they're not always just —
GREGERS
One soon gets used to that sort of thing. I daresay I shall be like the wild duck —
GINA
H'm; I think you ought to sleep upon it first, anyway.
GREGERS
You seem very unwilling to have me in the house, Mrs. Ekdal.
GINA
Oh, no! What makes you think that?
HIALMAR
Well, you really behave strangely about it,
GINA
[To GREGERS.] Then I suppose you intend to remain in the town for the present?
GREGERS
[putting on his overcoat.] Yes, now I intend to remain here.
HIALMAR
And yet not at your father's? What do you propose to do, then?
GREGERS
Ah, if I only knew that, Hialmar, I shouldn't be so badly off! But when one has the misfortune to be called Gregers —! "Gregers" — and then "Werle" after it; did you ever hear anything so hideous?
HIALMAR
Oh, I don't think so at all.
GREGERS
Ugh! Bah! I feel I should like to spit upon the fellow that answers to such a name. But when a man is once for all doomed to be Gregers — Werle in this world, as I am —
HIALMAR
[laughs.] Ha, ha! If you weren't Gregers Werle, what would you like to be?
GREGERS
If I should choose, I should like best to be a clever dog.
GINA
A dog!
HEDVIG
[involuntarily.] Oh, no!
GREGERS
Yes, an amazingly clever dog; one that goes to the bottom after wild ducks when they dive and bite themselves fast in tangle and sea-weed, down among the ooze.
HIALMAR
Upon my word now, Gregers — I don't in the least know what you're driving at.
GREGERS
Oh, well, you might not be much the wiser if you did. It's understood, then, that I move in early to-morrow morning. [To GINA.] I won't give you any trouble; I do everything for myself. [To HIALMAR.] We can talk about the rest to-morrow. — Good-night, Mrs. Ekdal. [Nods to HEDVIG.] Good-night.
GINA
Good-night, Mr. Werle.
HEDVIG
Good-night.
HIALMAR
[who has lighted a candle.] Wait a moment, I must show you a light; the stairs are sure to be dark.
[GREGERS and HIALMAR go out by the pa**age door.]
GINA
[looking straight before her, with her sewing in her lap.] Wasn't that queer-like talk about wanting to be a dog?
HEDVIG
Do you know, mother — I believe he meant something quite different by that.
GINA
Why, what should he mean?
HEDVIG
Oh, I don't know; but it seemed to me he meant something different from what he said — all the time.
GINA
Do you think so? Yes, it was sort of queer.
HIALMAR
[comes back.] The lamp was still burning. [Puts out the candle and sets it down.] Ah, now one can get a mouthful of food at last. [Begins to eat the bread and bu*ter.] Well, you see, Gina — if only you keep your eyes open —
GINA
How, keep your eyes open —?
HIALMAR
Why, haven't we at last had the luck to get the room let? And just think — to a person like Gregers — a good old friend.
GINA
Well, I don't know what to say about it.
HEDVIG
Oh, mother, you'll see; it'll be such fun!
HIALMAR
You're very strange. You were so bent upon getting the room let before; and now you don't like it.
GINA
Yes I do, Ekdal; if it had only been to some one else — But what do you suppose Mr. Werle will say?
HIALMAR
Old Werle? It doesn't concern him.
GINA
But surely you can see that there's something amiss between them again, or the young man wouldn't be leaving home. You know very well those two can't get on with each other.
HIALMAR
Very likely not, but —
GINA
And now Mr. Werle may fancy it's you that has egged him on —
HIALMAR
Let him fancy so, then! Mr. Werle has done a great deal for me; far be it from me to deny it. But that doesn't make me everlastingly dependent upon him.
GINA
But, my dear Ekdal, maybe grandfather'll suffer for it. He may lose the little bit of work he gets from Graberg.
HIALMAR
I could almost say: so much the better! Is it not humiliating for a man like me to see his grey-haired father treated as a pariah? But now I believe the fulness of time is at hand. [Takes a fresh piece of bread and bu*ter.] As sure as I have a mission in life, I mean to fulfil it now!
HEDVIG
Oh, yes, father, do!
GINA
Hush! Don't wake him!
HIALMAR
[more softly.] I will fulfil it, I say. The day shall come when — And that is why I say it's a good thing we have let the room; for that makes me more independent, The man who has a mission in life must be independent. [By the arm-chair, with emotion.] Poor old white-haired father! Rely on your Hialmar. He has broad shoulders — strong shoulders, at any rate. You shall yet wake up some fine day and — [To GINA.] Do you not believe it?
GINA
[rising.] Yes, of course I do; but in the meantime suppose we see about getting him to bed.
HIALMAR
Yes, come.
[They take hold of the old man carefully.]