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half of the sliding door. The morning sun is shining in through the skylights; some doves are flying about; others sit cooing, upon the perches; the hens are heard clucking now and then, further back in the garret.
Hialmar. There; now you can get to work, father.
Ekdal. [Goes in.] Aren't you coming too?
Hialmar.
Well really, do you know; I almost think [Sees Gina at the kitchen door.] I? No; I haven't time; I must work.—But now for our new contrivance
[He pulls a cord, a curtain slips down inside, the lower part consisting of a piece of old sailcloth, the upper part of a stretched fishing net. The floor of the garret is thus no longer visible.
Hialmar.
[Goes to the table.] So! Now, perhaps I can sit in peace for a little while.
Gina.
Is he rampaging in there again?
Hialmar.
Would you rather have had him slip down to Madam Eriksen's. [Seats himself.] Do you want anything? You know you said
