The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 08 (of 11)Ibsen, Henrik
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The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 08 (of 11)
Ibsen, Henrik
Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906 -- Translations into English; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English
Pooh, what harm can it do then? [_Takes the brush._] There! [_Seats
herself._] I can begin upon this one.
HIALMAR.
But mind you don’t hurt your eyes! Do you hear? _I_ won’t be answerable;
you do it on your own responsibility—understand that.
HEDVIG.
[_Retouching._] Yes yes, I understand.
HIALMAR.
You are quite clever at it, Hedvig. Only a minute or two, you know.
[_He slips through by the edge of the curtain into the garret._
HEDVIG _sits at her work._ HIALMAR _and_ EKDAL _are heard
disputing inside._
HIALMAR.
[_Appears behind the net._] I say, Hedvig—give me those pincers that are
lying on the shelf. And the chisel. [_Turns away inside._] Now you shall
see, father. Just let me show you first what I mean!
[HEDVIG _has fetched the required tools from the shelf, and
hands them to him through the net._
HIALMAR.
Ah, thanks. I didn’t come a moment too soon.
[_Goes back from the curtain again; they are heard carpentering
and talking inside._ HEDVIG _stands looking in at them. A
moment later there is a knock at the passage door; she does
not notice it._
GREGERS WERLE.
[_Bareheaded, in indoor dress, enters and slops near the door._] H'm——!
HEDVIG.
[_Turns and goes towards him._] Good morning. Please come in.
GREGERS.
Thank you. [_Looking towards the garret._] You seem to have workpeople
in the house.
HEDVIG.
No, it is only father and grandfather. I'll tell them you are here.
GREGERS.
No no, don’t do that; I would rather wait a little.
[_Seats himself on the sofa._
HEDVIG.
It looks so untidy here——
[_Begins to clear away the photographs._
GREGERS.
Oh, don’t take them away. Are those prints that have to be finished off?
HEDVIG.
Yes, they are a few I was helping father with.
GREGERS.
Please don’t let me disturb you.
HEDVIG.
Oh no.
[_She gathers the things to her and sits down to work;_ GREGERS
_looks at her, meanwhile, in silence._
GREGERS.
Did the wild duck sleep well last night?
HEDVIG.
Yes, I think so, thanks.
GREGERS.
[_Turning towards the garret._] It looks quite different by day from
what it did last night in the moonlight.
HEDVIG.
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