What things she does think of! GREGERS. She only wanted your love again, Hialmar. She could not live without it. GINA. [_Struggling with her tears._] There, you can see for yourself, Ekdal. HIALMAR. Gina, where is she? GINA. [_Sniffs._] Poor dear, she’s sitting out in the kitchen, I dare say. HIALMAR. [_Goes over, tears open the kitchen door, and says_:] Hedvig, come, come in to me! [_Looks round._] No, she’s not here. GINA. Then she must be in her own little room. HIALMAR. [_Without._] No, she’s not here either. [_Comes in._] She must have gone out. GINA. Yes, you wouldn’t have her anywheres in the house. HIALMAR. Oh, if she would only come home quickly, so that I can tell her—— Everything will come right now, Gregers; now I believe we can begin life afresh. GREGERS. [_Quietly._] I knew it; I knew the child would make amends. OLD EKDAL _appears at the door of his room; he is in full uniform, and is busy buckling on his sword._ HIALMAR. [_Astonished._] Father! Are you there? GINA. Have you been firing in your room? EKDAL. [_Resentfully approaching._] So you go shooting alone, do you, Hialmar? HIALMAR. [_Excited and confused._] Then it wasn’t you that fired that shot in the garret? EKDAL. _Me_ that fired? H'm. GREGERS. [_Calls out to HIALMAR._] She has shot the wild duck herself! HIALMAR. What can it mean? [_Hastens to the garret door, tears it aside, looks in and calls loudly_:] Hedvig! GINA. [_Runs to the door._] Good God, what’s that! HIALMAR. [_Goes in._] She’s lying on the floor! GREGERS. Hedvig! lying on the floor! [_Goes in to_ HIALMAR. GINA. [_At the same time._] Hedvig! [_Inside the garret._] No, no, no! EKDAL. Ho-ho! does _she_ go shooting too, now? [HIALMAR, GINA, _and_ GREGERS _carry_ HEDVIG _into the studio; in her dangling right hand she holds the pistol fast clasped in her fingers._ HIALMAR. [_Distracted._] The pistol has gone off. She has wounded herself. Call for help! Help! GINA. [_Runs into the passage and calls down._] Relling! Relling! Doctor Relling; come up as quick as you can!