year.
TESMAN.
Isn't that good news, Hedda? Think of that.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Ah yes, if only it would last!
HEDDA.
Have you seen him here in town?
MRS. ELVSTED.
No, not yet. I have had the greatest difficulty in finding out his
address. But this morning I discovered it at last.
HEDDA.
[Looks searchingly at her.] Do you know, it seems to me a little odd of
your husband--h'm--
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Starting nervously.] Of my husband! What?
HEDDA.
That he should send you to town on such an errand--that he does not come
himself and look after his friend.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh no, no--my husband has no time. And besides, I--I had some shopping
to do.
HEDDA.
[With a slight smile.] Ah, that is a different matter.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Rising quickly and uneasily.] And now I beg and implore you, Mr.
Tesman--receive Eilert Lovborg kindly if he comes to you! And that he
is sure to do. You see you were such great friends in the old days.
And then you are interested in the same studies--the same branch of
science--so far as I can understand.
TESMAN.
We used to be at any rate.
MRS. ELVSTED.
That is why I beg so earnestly that you--you too--will keep a sharp eye
upon him. Oh, you will promise me that, Mr. Tesman--won't you?
TESMAN.
With the greatest of pleasure, Mrs. Rysing--
HEDDA.
Elvsted.
TESMAN.
I assure you I shall do all I possibly can for Eilert. You may rely upon
me.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, how very, very kind of you! [Presses his hands.] Thanks, thanks,
thanks! [Frightened.] You see, my husband is so very fond of him!
HEDDA.
[Rising.] You ought to write to him, Tesman. Perhaps he may not care to
come to you of his own accord.
TESMAN.
Well, perhaps it would be the right thing to do, Hedda? Eh?
HEDDA.
And the sooner the better. Why not at once?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Imploringly.] Oh, if you only would!
TESMAN.
I'll write this moment. Have you his address, Mrs.--Mrs. Elvsted.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes. [Takes a slip of paper from her pocket, and hands it to him.] Here
it is.
TESMAN.
Good, good. Then I'll go in-- [Looks about him.] By-the-bye,--my
slippers? Oh, here. [Takes the packet and is about to go.
HEDDA.
Be sure you write him a cordial, friendly letter. And a good long one
too.
TESMAN.
Yes, I will.
MRS. ELVSTED.
But please, please don't say a word to show that I have suggested it.
TESMAN.
No, how could you think I would? Eh?
[He goes out to the right, through the inner room.
HEDDA.
[Goes up to MRS. ELVSTED, smiles, and says in a low voice.] There! We
have killed two birds with one stone.
MRS. ELVSTED.
What do you mean?
HEDDA.
Could you not see that I wanted him to go?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, to write the letter--
HEDDA.
And that I might speak to you alone.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Confused.] About the same thing?
HEDDA.
Precisely.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Apprehensively.] But there is nothing more, Mrs. Tesman! Absolutely
nothing!
HEDDA.
Oh yes, but there is. There is a great deal more--I can see that. Sit
here--and we'll have a cosy, confidential chat.
[She forces MRS. ELVSTED to sit in the easy-chair beside the
stove, and seats herself on one of the footstools.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Anxiously, looking at her watch.] But, my dear Mrs. Tesman--I was
really on the point of going.
HEDDA.
Oh, you can't be in such a hurry.--Well? Now tell me something about
your life at home.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, that is just what I care least to speak about.
HEDDA.
But to me, dear--? Why, weren't we schoolfellows?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, but you were in the class above me. Oh, how dreadfully afraid of
you I was then!
HEDDA.
Afraid of me?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, dreadfully. For when we met on the stairs you used always to pull
my hair.
HEDDA.
Did I, really?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, and once you said you would burn it off my head.
HEDDA.
Oh that was all nonsense, of course.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, but I was so silly in those days.--And since then, too--we have
drifted so far--far apart from each other. Our circles have been so
entirely different.
HEDDA.
Well then, we must try to drift together again. Now listen. At school
we said _du_(4) to each other; and we called each other by our Christian
names--
MRS. ELVSTED.
No, I am sure you must be mistaken.
HEDDA.
No, not at all! I can remember quite distinctly. So now we are going to
renew our old friendship. [Draws the footstool closer to MRS. ELVSTED.]
There now! [Kisses her cheek.] You must say _du_ to me and call me
Hedda.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Presses and pats her hands.] Oh, how good and kind you are! I am not
used to such kindness.
HEDDA.
There, there, there! And I shall say _du_ to you, as in the old days,
and call you my dear Thora.
MRS. ELVSTED.
My name is Thea.(5)
HEDDA.
Why, of course! I meant Thea. [Looks at her compassionately.] So you are
not accustomed to goodness and kindness, Thea? Not in your own home?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, if I only had a home! But I haven't any; I have never had a home.
HEDDA.
[Looks at her for a moment.] I almost suspected as much.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Gazing helplessly before her.] Yes--yes--yes.
HEDDA.
I don't quite remember--was it not as housekeeper that you first went to
Mr. Elvsted's?
MRS. ELVSTED.
I really went as governess. But his wife--his late wife--was an
invalid,--and rarely left her room. So I had to look after the
housekeeping as well.
HEDDA.
And then--at last--you became mistress of the house.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Sadly.] Yes, I did.
HEDDA.
Let me see--about how long ago was that?
MRS. ELVSTED.
My marriage?
HEDDA.
Yes.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Five years ago.
HEDDA.
To be sure; it must be that.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh those five years--! Or at all events the last two or three of them!
Oh, if you(6) could only imagine--
HEDDA.
[Giving her a little slap on the hand.] De? Fie, Thea!
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, yes, I will try--. Well, if--you could only imagine and
understand--
HEDDA.
[Lightly.] Eilert Lovborg has been in your neighbourhood about three
years, hasn't he?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Looks at her doubtfully.] Eilert Lovborg? Yes--he has.
HEDDA.
Had you known him before, in town here?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Scarcely at all. I mean--I knew him by name of course.
HEDDA.
But you saw a good deal of him in the country?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, he came to us every day. You see, he gave the children lessons; for
in the long run I couldn't manage it all myself.
HEDDA.
No, that's clear.--And your husband--? I suppose he is often away from
home?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes. Being sheriff, you know, he has to travel about a good deal in his
district.
HEDDA.
[Leaning against the arm of the chair.] Thea--my poor, sweet Thea--now
you must tell me everything--exactly as it stands.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Well, then you must question me.
HEDDA.
What sort of a man is your husband, Thea? I mean--you know--in everyday
life. Is he kind to you?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Evasively.] I am sure he means well in everything.
HEDDA.
I should think he must be altogether too old for you. There is at least
twenty years' difference between you, is there not?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Irritably.] Yes, that is true, too. Everything about him is repellent
to me! We have not a thought in common. We have no single point of
sympathy--he and I.
HEDDA.
But is he not fond of you all the same? In his own way?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh I really don't know. I think he regards me simply as a useful
property. And then it doesn't cost much to keep me. I am not expensive.
HEDDA.
That is stupid of you.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Shakes her head.] It cannot be otherwise--not with him. I don't think
he really cares for any one but himself--and perhaps a little for the
children.
HEDDA.
And for Eilert Lovborg, Thea?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Looking at her.] For Eilert Lovborg? What puts that into your head?
HEDDA.
Well, my dear--I should say, when he sends you after him all the way
to town-- [Smiling almost imperceptibly.] And besides, you said so
yourself, to Tesman.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[With a little nervous twitch.] Did I? Yes, I suppose I did.
[Vehemently, but not loudly.] No--I may just as well make a clean breast
of it at once! For it must all come out in any case.
HEDDA.
Why, my dear Thea--?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Well, to make a long story short: My husband did not know that I was
coming.
HEDDA.
What! Your husband didn't know it!
MRS. ELVSTED.
No, of course not. For that matter, he was away from home himself--
he was travelling. Oh, I could bear it no longer, Hedda! I couldn't
indeed--so utterly alone as I should have been in future.
HEDDA.
Well? And then?
MRS. ELVSTED.
So I put together some of my things--what I needed most--as quietly as
possible. And then I left the house.
HEDDA.
Without a word?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes--and took the train to town.
HEDDA.
Why, my dear, good Thea--to think of you daring to do it!
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Rises and moves about the room.] What else could I possibly do?
HEDDA.
But what do you think your husband will say when you go home again?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[At the table, looks at her.] Back to him?
HEDDA.
Of course.
MRS. ELVSTED.
I shall never go back to him again.
HEDDA.
[Rising and going towards her.] Then you have left your home--for good
and all?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes. There was nothing else to be done.
HEDDA.
But then--to take flight so openly.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, it's impossible to keep things of that sort secret.
HEDDA.
But what do you think people will say of you, Thea?
MRS. ELVSTED.
They may say what they like, for aught _I_ care. [Seats herself wearily
and sadly on the sofa.] I have done nothing but what I had to do.
HEDDA.
[After a short silence.] And what are your plans now? What do you think
of doing.
MRS. ELVSTED.
I don't know yet. I only know this, that I must live here, where Eilert
Lovborg is--if I am to live at all.
HEDDA.
[Takes a chair from the table, seats herself beside her, and strokes
her hands.] My dear Thea--how did this--this friendship--between you and
Eilert Lovborg come about?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh it grew up gradually. I gained a sort of influence over him.
HEDDA.
Indeed?
MRS. ELVSTED.
He gave up his old habits. Not because I asked him to, for I never dared
do that. But of course he saw how repulsive they were to me; and so he
dropped them.
HEDDA.
[Concealing an involuntary smile of scorn.] Then you have reclaimed
him--as the saying goes--my little Thea.
MRS. ELVSTED.
So he says himself, at any rate. And he, on his side, has made a real
human being of me--taught me to think, and to understand so many things.
HEDDA.
Did he give you lessons too, then?
MRS. ELVSTED.
No, not exactly lessons. But he talked to me--talked about such an
infinity of things. And then came the lovely, happy time when I began to
share in his work--when he allowed me to help him!
HEDDA.
Oh he did, did he?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes! He never wrote anything without my assistance.
HEDDA.
You were two good comrades, in fact?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Eagerly.] Comrades! Yes, fancy, Hedda--that is the very word he
used!--Oh, I ought to feel perfectly happy; and yet I cannot; for I
don't know how long it will last.
HEDDA.
Are you no surer of him than that?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Gloomily.] A woman's shadow stands between Eilert Lovborg and me.
HEDDA.
[Looks at her anxiously.] Who can that be?
MRS. ELVSTED.
I don't know. Some one he knew in his--in his past. Some one he has
never been able wholly to forget.
HEDDA.
What has he told you--about this?
MRS. ELVSTED.
He has only once--quite vaguely--alluded to it.
HEDDA.
Well! And what did he say?
MRS. ELVSTED.
He said that when they parted, she threatened to shoot him with a
pistol.
HEDDA.
[With cold composure.] Oh nonsense! No one does that sort of thing here.
MRS. ELVSTED.
No. And that is why I think it must have been that red-haired
singing-woman whom he once--
HEDDA.
Yes, very likely.
MRS. ELVSTED.
For I remember they used to say of her that she carried loaded firearms.
HEDDA.
Oh--then of course it must have been she.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Wringing her hands.] And now just fancy, Hedda--I hear that this
singing-woman--that she is in town again! Oh, I don't know what to do--
HEDDA.
[Glancing towards the inner room.] Hush! Here comes Tesman. [Rises and
whispers.] Thea--all this must remain between you and me.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Springing up.] Oh yes--yes! For heaven's sake--!
GEORGE TESMAN, with a letter in his hand, comes from the right
through the inner room.
TESMAN.
There now--the epistle is finished.
HEDDA.
That's right. And now Mrs. Elvsted is just going. Wait a moment--I'll
go with you to the garden gate.
TESMAN.
Do you think Berta could post the letter, Hedda dear?
HEDDA.
[Takes it.] I will tell her to.
BERTA enters from the hall.
BERTA.
Judge Brack wishes to know if Mrs. Tesman will receive him.
HEDDA.
Yes, ask Judge Brack to come in. And look here--put this letter in the
post.
BERTA. [Taking the letter.] Yes, ma'am.
[She opens the door for JUDGE BRACK and goes out herself. Brack
is a man of forty-five; thick set, but well-built and elastic
in his movements. His face is roundish with an aristocratic
profile. His hair is short, still almost black, and carefully
dressed. His eyebrows thick. His moustaches are also thick,
with short-cut ends. He wears a well-cut walking-suit, a
little too youthful for his age. He uses an eye-glass, which
he now and then lets drop.
JUDGE BRACK.
[With his hat in his hand, bowing.] May one venture to call so early in
the day?
HEDDA.
Of course one may.
TESMAN.
[Presses his hand.] You are welcome at any time. [Introducing him.]
Judge Brack--Miss Rysing--
HEDDA.
Oh--!
BRACK.
[Bowing.] Ah--delighted--
HEDDA.
[Looks at him and laughs.] It's nice to have a look at you by daylight,
Judge!
BRACK.
So you find me--altered?
HEDDA.
A little younger, I think.
BRACK.
Thank you so much.
TESMAN.
But what do you think of Hedda--eh? Doesn't she look flourishing? She
has actually--
HEDDA.
Oh, do leave me alone. You haven't thanked Judge Brack for all the
trouble he has taken--
BRACK.
Oh, nonsense--it was a pleasure to me--
HEDDA.
Yes, you are a friend indeed. But here stands Thea all impatience to be
off--so _au revoir_ Judge. I shall be back again presently.
[Mutual salutations. MRS. ELVSTED and HEDDA go out by the hall
door.
BRACK.
Well,--is your wife tolerably satisfied--
TESMAN.
Yes, we can't thank you sufficiently. Of course she talks of a little
re-arrangement here and there; and one or two things are still wanting.
We shall have to buy some additional trifles.
BRACK.
Indeed!
TESMAN.
But we won't trouble you about these things. Hedda says she herself will
look after what is wanting.--Shan't we sit down? Eh?
BRACK.
Thanks, for a moment. [Seats himself beside the table.] There is
something I wanted to speak to you about, my dear Tesman.
TESMAN.
Indeed? Ah, I understand! [Seating himself.] I suppose it's the serious
part of the frolic that is coming now. Eh?
BRACK.
Oh, the money question is not so very pressing; though, for that matter,
I wish we had gone a little more economically to work.
TESMAN.
But that would never have done, you know! Think of Hedda, my dear
fellow! You, who know her so well--! I couldn't possibly ask her to put
up with a shabby style of living!
BRACK.
No, no--that is just the difficulty.
TESMAN.
And then--fortunately--it can't be long before I receive my appointment.
BRACK.
Well, you see--such things are often apt to hang fire for a long time.
TESMAN.
Have you heard anything definite? Eh?
BRACK.
Nothing exactly definite--. [Interrupting himself.] But by-the-bye--I
have one piece of news for you.
TESMAN.
Well?
BRACK.
Your old friend, Eilert Lovborg, has returned to town.
TESMAN.
I know that already.
BRACK.
Indeed! How did you learn it?
TESMAN.
From that lady who went out with Hedda.
BRACK.
Really? What was her name? I didn't quite catch it.
TESMAN.
Mrs. Elvsted.
BRACK.
Aha--Sheriff Elvsted's wife? Of course--he has been living up in their
regions.
TESMAN.
And fancy--I'm delighted to hear that he is quite a reformed character.
BRACK.
So they say.
TESMAN.
And then he has published a new book--eh?
BRACK.
Yes, indeed he has.
TESMAN.
And I hear it has made some sensation!
BRACK.
Quite an unusual sensation.
TESMAN.
Fancy--isn't that good news! A man of such extraordinary talents--. I
felt so grieved to think that he had gone irretrievably to ruin.
BRACK.
That was what everybody thought.
TESMAN.
But I cannot imagine what he will take to now! How in the world will he
be able to make his living? Eh?
[During the last words, HEDDA has entered by the hall door.
HEDDA.
[To BRACK, laughing with a touch of scorn.] Tesman is for ever worrying
about how people are to make their living.
TESMAN.
Well you see, dear--we were talking about poor Eilert Lovborg.
HEDDA.
[Glancing at him rapidly.] Oh, indeed? [Sets herself in the arm-chair
beside the stove and asks indifferently:] What is the matter with him?
TESMAN.
Well--no doubt he has run through all his property long ago; and he can
scarcely write a new book every year--eh? So I really can't see what is
to become of him.
BRACK.
Perhaps I can give you some information on that point.
TESMAN.
Indeed!
BRACK.
You must remember that his relations have a good deal of influence.
TESMAN.
Oh, his relations, unfortunately, have entirely washed their hands of
him.
BRACK.
At one time they called him the hope of the family.
TESMAN.
At one time, yes! But he has put an end to all that.
HEDDA.
Who knows? [With a slight smile.] I hear they have reclaimed him up at
Sheriff Elvsted's--
BRACK.
And then this book that he has published--
TESMAN.
Well well, I hope to goodness they may find something for him to do. I
have just written to him. I asked him to come and see us this evening,
Hedda dear.
BRACK.
But my dear fellow, you are booked for my bachelor's party this evening.
You promised on the pier last night.
HEDDA.
Had you forgotten, Tesman?
TESMAN.
Yes, I had utterly forgotten.
BRACK.
But it doesn't matter, for you may be sure he won't come.
TESMAN.
What makes you think that? Eh?
BRACK.
[With a little hesitation, rising and resting his hands on the back of
his chair.] My dear Tesman--and you too, Mrs. Tesman--I think I ought
not to keep you in the dark about something that--that--
TESMAN.
That concerns Eilert--?
BRACK.
Both you and him.
TESMAN.
Well, my dear Judge, out with it.
BRACK.
You must be prepared to find your appointment deferred longer than you
desired or expected.
TESMAN.
[Jumping up uneasily.] Is there some hitch about it? Eh?
BRACK.
The nomination may perhaps be made conditional on the result of a
competition--
TESMAN.
Competition! Think of that, Hedda!
HEDDA.
[Leans further back in the chair.] Aha--aha!
TESMAN.
But who can my competitor be? Surely not--?
BRACK.
Yes, precisely--Eilert Lovborg.
TESMAN.
[Clasping his hands.] No, no--it's quite impossible! Eh?
BRACK.
H'm--that is what it may come to, all the same.
TESMAN.
Well but, Judge Brack--it would show the most incredible lack of
consideration for me. [Gesticulates with his arms.] For--just think--I'm
a married man! We have married on the strength of these prospects, Hedda
and I; and run deep into debt; and borrowed money from Aunt Julia too.
Good heavens, they had as good as promised me the appointment. Eh?
BRACK.
Well, well, well--no doubt you will get it in the end; only after a
contest.
HEDDA.
[Immovable in her arm-chair.] Fancy, Tesman, there will be a sort of
sporting interest in that.
TESMAN.
Why, my dearest Hedda, how can you be so indifferent about it?
HEDDA.
[As before.] I am not at all indifferent. I am most eager to see who
wins.
BRACK.
In any case, Mrs. Tesman, it is best that you should know how matters
stand. I mean--before you set about the little purchases I hear you are
threatening.
HEDDA.
This can make no difference.
BRACK.
Indeed! Then I have no more to say. Good-bye! [To TESMAN.] I shall look
in on my way back from my afternoon walk, and take you home with me.
TESMAN.
Oh yes, yes--your news has quite upset me.
HEDDA.
[Reclining, holds out her hand.] Good-bye, Judge; and be sure you call
in the afternoon.
BRACK.
Many thanks. Good-bye, good-bye!
TESMAN.
[Accompanying him to the door.] Good-bye my dear Judge! You must really
excuse me-- [JUDGE BRACK goes out by the hall door.
TESMAN.
[Crosses the room.] Oh Hedda--one should never rush into adventures. Eh?
HEDDA.
[Looks at him, smiling.] Do you do that?
TESMAN.
Yes, dear--there is no denying--it was adventurous to go and marry and
set up house upon mere expectations.
HEDDA.
Perhaps you are right there.
TESMAN.
Well--at all events, we have our delightful home, Hedda! Fancy, the home
we both dreamed of--the home we were in love with, I may almost say. Eh?
HEDDA.
[Rising slowly and wearily.] It was part of our compact that we were to
go into society--to keep open house.
TESMAN.
Yes, if you only knew how I had been looking forward to it! Fancy--to
see you as hostess--in a select circle! Eh? Well, well, well--for the
present we shall have to get on without society, Hedda--only to invite
Aunt Julia now and then.--Oh, I intended you to lead such an utterly
different life, dear--!
HEDDA.
Of course I cannot have my man in livery just yet.
TESMAN.
Oh, no, unfortunately. It would be out of the question for us to keep a
footman, you know.
HEDDA.
And the saddle-horse I was to have had--
TESMAN.
[Aghast.] The saddle-horse!
HEDDA.
--I suppose I must not think of that now.
TESMAN.
Good heavens, no!--that's as clear as daylight!
HEDDA.
[Goes up the room.] Well, I shall have one thing at least to kill time
with in the meanwhile.
TESMAN.
[Beaming.] Oh thank heaven for that! What is it, Hedda. Eh?
HEDDA.
[In the middle doorway, looks at him with covert scorn.] My pistols,
George.
TESMAN.
[In alarm.] Your pistols!
HEDDA.
[With cold eyes.] General Gabler's pistols.
[She goes out through the inner room, to the left.
TESMAN.
[Rushes up to the middle doorway and calls after her:] No, for heaven's
sake, Hedda darling--don't touch those dangerous things! For my sake
Hedda! Eh?
ACT SECOND.
The room at the TESMANS' as in the first Act, except that the
piano has been removed, and an elegant little writing-table
with the book-shelves put in its place. A smaller table
stands near the sofa on the left. Most of the bouquets have
been taken away. MRS. ELVSTED'S bouquet is upon the large
table in front.--It is afternoon.
HEDDA, dressed to receive callers, is alone in the room. She
stands by the open glass door, loading a revolver. The
fellow to it lies in an open pistol-case on the writing-
table.
HEDDA.
[Looks down the garden, and calls:] So you are here again, Judge!
BRACK.
[Is heard calling from a distance.] As you see, Mrs. Tesman!
HEDDA.
[Raises the pistol and points.] Now I'll shoot you, Judge Brack!
BRACK.
[Calling unseen.] No, no, no! Don't stand aiming at me!
HEDDA.
This is what comes of sneaking in by the back way.(7) [She fires.
BRACK.
[Nearer.] Are you out of your senses--!
HEDDA.
Dear me--did I happen to hit you?
BRACK.
[Still outside.] I wish you would let these pranks alone!
HEDDA.
Come in then, Judge.
JUDGE BRACK, dressed as though for a men's party, enters by
the glass door. He carries a light overcoat over his arm.
BRACK.
What the deuce--haven't you tired of that sport, yet? What are you
shooting at?
HEDDA.
Oh, I am only firing in the air.
BRACK.
[Gently takes the pistol out of her hand.] Allow me, madam! [Looks at
it.] Ah--I know this pistol well! [Looks around.] Where is the case? Ah,
here it is. [Lays the pistol in it, and shuts it.] Now we won't play at
that game any more to-day.
HEDDA.
Then what in heaven's name would you have me do with myself?
BRACK.
Have you had no visitors?
HEDDA.
[Closing the glass door.] Not one. I suppose all our set are still out
of town.
BRACK.
And is Tesman not at home either?
HEDDA.
[At the writing-table, putting the pistol-case in a drawer which she
shuts.] No. He rushed off to his aunt's directly after lunch; he didn't
expect you so early.
BRACK.
H'm--how stupid of me not to have thought of that!
HEDDA.
[Turning her head to look at him.] Why stupid?
BRACK.
Because if I had thought of it I should have come a little--earlier.
HEDDA.
[Crossing the room.] Then you would have found no one to receive you;
for I have been in my room changing my dress ever since lunch.
BRACK.
And is there no sort of little chink that we could hold a parley
through?
HEDDA.
You have forgotten to arrange one.
BRACK.
That was another piece of stupidity.
HEDDA.
Well, we must just settle down here--and wait. Tesman is not likely to
be back for some time yet.
BRACK.
Never mind; I shall not be impatient.