This page needs to be proofread.
Gregers.
[Quickly.] Well, what then?
Hialmar.
If I then asked her: Hedvig, are you willing to renounce that life for me? [Laughs scornfully.] No thank you! You would soon hear what answer I should get.
[A pistol shot is heard from within the garret.
Gregers.
[Loudly and joyfully.] Hialmar!
Hialmar.
There now; he must needs go shooting too.
Gina.
[Comes in.] Oh Ekdal, I can hear grandfather blazing away in the garret by hisself.
Hialmar.
I'll look in
Gregers.
[Eagerly, with emotion.] Wait a moment! Do you know what that was?
Hialmar.
Yes, of course I know.
Gregers.
No you don't know. But I do. That was the proof!
Hialmar.
What proof?
