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.