Shall I tell you how to regain your father's confidence, and bring him home surely? Sacrifice the Wild Duck. HEDVIG. Do you think that will do any good? GREGERS. You just _try_ it! [_Curtain._ * * * * * ACT FOURTH _Same Scene._ GREGERS _enters, and finds_ GINA _retouching photographs_. GREGERS. [_Pleasantly._] Hialmar not come in yet, after last night, I suppose? GINA. Not he! He's been out on the loose all night with Relling and Mölvik. Now he's snoring on their sofa. GREGERS. [_Disappointed._] Dear!--dear!--when he ought to be yearning to wrestle in solitude and self-examination! GINA. [_Rudely._] Self-examine your grandmother! [_She goes out_; HEDVIG _comes in_. GREGERS. [_To_ HEDVIG.] Ah, I see you haven't found courage to settle the Wild Duck yet! HEDVIG. No--it seemed such a delightful idea at first. Now it strikes me as a trifle--well, _Ibsenish_. GREGERS. [_Reprovingly._] I _thought_ you hadn't grown up quite unharmed in this house! But if you really had the true, joyous spirit of self-sacrifice, you'd have a shot at that Wild Duck, if you died for it! HEDVIG. [_Slowly._] I see; you mean that my constitution's changing, and I ought to behave as such? GREGERS. Exactly, I'm what Americans would term a "crank"--but _I_ believe in you, Hedvig. [HEDVIG _takes down the pistol from the mantelpiece, and goes into the garret with flashing eyes_; GINA _comes in_. HIALMAR. [_Looking in at door with hesitation; he is unwashed and dishevelled._] Has anybody happened to see my hat? GINA. Gracious, what a sight you are! Sit down and have some breakfast, do. [_She brings it._ HIALMAR. [_Indignantly._] What! touch food under _this_ roof? Never! [_Helps himself to bread-and-butter and coffee._] Go and pack up my scientific uncut books, my manuscripts, and all the best rabbits, in my portmanteau. I am going away for ever. On second thoughts, I shall stay in the spare room for another day or two--it won't be the same as living with you! [_He takes some salt meat._ GREGERS. _Must_ you go? Just when you've got nice firm ground to build upon--thanks to me! Then there's your great invention, too. HIALMAR. Everything's invented already. And I only cared about my invention because, although it doesn't exist yet, I thought Hedvig believed in it, with all the strength of her sweet little short-sighted eyes! But now I don't believe in Hedvig! [_He pours himself out another cup of coffee._ GREGERS. [_Earnestly._] But, Hialmar, if I can prove to you that she is ready to sacrifice her cherished Wild Duck? See! [_He pushes back sliding-door, and discovers_ HEDVIG _aiming at the_ Wild Duck _with the butt-end of the pistol. Tableau._ GINA. [_Excitedly._] But don't you _see_? It's the pigstol--that fatal Norwegian weapon which, in Ibsenian dramas, _never_ shoots straight! And she has got it by the wrong end too. She will shoot herself! GREGERS.