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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 gla.s.s 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 c.h.i.n.k 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.
HEDDA seats herself in the corner of the sofa. BRACK lays his overcoat over the back of the nearest chair, and sits down, but keeps his hat in his hand. A short silence. They look at each other.
HEDDA.
Well?
BRACK.
[In the same tone.] Well?
HEDDA.
I spoke first.
BRACK.
[Bending a little forward.] Come, let us have a cosy little chat, Mrs. Hedda.(8) HEDDA.
[Leaning further back in the sofa.] Does it not seem like a whole eternity since our last talk? Of course I don't count those few words yesterday evening and this morning.
BRACK.
You mean since out last confidential talk? Our last tete-a-tete?
HEDDA.
Well yes-since you put it so.
BRACK.
Not a day pa.s.sed but I have wished that you were home again.
HEDDA.
And I have done nothing but wish the same thing.
BRACK.
You? Really, Mrs. Hedda? And I thought you had been enjoying your tour so much!
HEDDA.
Oh yes, you may be sure of that!
BRACK.
But Tesman's letters spoke of nothing but happiness.
HEDDA.
Oh, Tesman! You see, he thinks nothing is so delightful as grubbing in libraries and making copies of old parchments, or whatever you call them.
BRACK.
[With a smile of malice.] Well, that is his vocation in life-or part of it at any rate.
HEDDA.
Yes, of course; and no doubt when it's your vocation-. But I! Oh, my dear Mr. Brack, how mortally bored I have been.
BRACK.
[Sympathetically.] Do you really say so? In downright earnest?
HEDDA.
Yes, you can surely understand it-! To go for six whole months without meeting a soul that knew anything of our circle, or could talk about things we were interested in.
BRACK.
Yes, yes-I too should feel that a deprivation.
HEDDA.
And then, what I found most intolerable of all- BRACK.
Well?
HEDDA.
-was being everlastingly in the company of-one and the same person- BRACK.
[With a nod of a.s.sent.] Morning, noon, and night, yes-at all possible times and seasons.
HEDDA.
I said "everlastingly."
BRACK.
Just so. But I should have thought, with our excellent Tesman, one could- HEDDA.
Tesman is-a specialist, my dear Judge.
BRACK.
Undeniable.
HEDDA.
And specialists are not at all amusing to travel with. Not in the long run at any rate.
BRACK.
Not even-the specialist one happens to love?
HEDDA.
Faugh-don't use that sickening word!
BRACK.
[Taken aback.] What do you say, Mrs. Hedda?
HEDDA.
[Half laughing, half irritated.] You should just try it! To hear of nothing but the history of civilisation, morning, noon, and night- BRACK.
Everlastingly.
HEDDA.
Yes yes yes! And then all this about the domestic industry of the middle ages-! That's the most disgusting part of it!
BRACK.
[Looks searchingly at her.] But tell me-in that case, how am I to understand your-? H'm- HEDDA.
My accepting George Tesman, you mean?
BRACK.
Well, let us put it so.
HEDDA.
Good heavens, do you see anything so wonderful in that?
BRACK.
