[_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 passion 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 pass! 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 sky-lights 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 embarrassed._] 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.