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Hedvig.
No; but he said he would like to. And I think it was horrid of father to say it; for I pray for the wild duck every night, and ask that it may be preserved from death and all that is evil.
Gregers.
[Looking at her.] Do you say your prayers every night?
Hedvig.
Yes.
Gregers.
Who taught you to do that?
Hedvig.
I myself; one time when father was very ill, and had leeches on his neck, and said that death was staring him in the face.
Gregers.
Well?
Hedvig.
Then I prayed for him as I lay in bed; and since then I have always kept it up.
Gregers.
And now you pray for the wild duck too?
Hedvig.
I thought it was best to bring in the wild duck; for she was so weakly at first.
Gregers.
Do you pray in the morning, too?
