Very well then, I'll run down the kitchen stair and go for a little walk. My cloak and hat?—oh, they’re in my own room. Father—be sure you don’t do the wild duck any harm whilst I'm out. HIALMAR. Not a feather of its head shall be touched. [_Draws her to him._] You and I, Hedvig—we two——! Well, go along. [HEDVIG _nods to her parents and goes out through the kitchen._ HIALMAR. [_Walks about without looking up._] Gina. GINA. Yes? HIALMAR. From to-morrow—or, say, from the day after to-morrow—I should like to keep the household account-book myself. GINA. Do you want to keep the accounts too, now? HIALMAR. Yes; or to check the receipts at any rate. GINA. Lord help us! _that’s_ soon done. HIALMAR. One would hardly think so; at any rate you seem to make the money go a very long way. [_Stops and looks at her._] How do you manage it? GINA. It’s because me and Hedvig, we need so little. HIALMAR. Is it the case that father is very liberally paid for the copying he does for Mr. Werle? GINA. I don’t know as he gets anything out of the way. I don’t know the rates for that sort of work. HIALMAR. Well, what does he get, about? Let me hear! GINA. Oh, it varies; I daresay it’ll come to about as much as he costs us, with a little pocket-money over. HIALMAR. As much as he costs us! And you have never told me this before! GINA. No, how could I tell you? It pleased you so much to think he got everything from you. HIALMAR. And he gets it from Mr. Werle. GINA. Oh well, he has plenty and to spare, he has. HIALMAR. Light the lamp for me, please! GINA. [_Lighting the lamp._] And of course we don’t know as it’s Mr. Werle himself; it may be Gråberg—— HIALMAR. Why attempt such an evasion? GINA. I don’t know; I only thought—— HIALMAR. H'm! GINA. It wasn’t me that got grandfather that copying. It was Bertha, when she used to come about us. HIALMAR. It seems to me your voice is trembling. GINA. [_Putting the lamp-shade on._] Is it? HIALMAR. And your hands are shaking, are they not? GINA.