Hialmar. Yes do; it seems to me your eyes are blinking a great deal; all these vapours in here are bad for you. The air is heavy under this roof.
Hedvig. 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.
