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!
