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BRACK.
[Smiling.] H'm-my dear Mrs. Hedda- HEDDA.
Oh, I know what you are going to say. For you are a kind of specialist too, like-you know!
BRACK.
[Looking hard at her.] Eilert Lovborg was more to you than perhaps you are willing to admit to yourself. Am I wrong?
HEDDA.
I don't answer such questions. I only know that Eilert Lovborg has had the courage to live his life after his own fashion. And then-the last great act, with its beauty! Ah! that he should have the will and the strength to turn away from the banquet of life-so early.
BRACK.
I am sorry, Mrs. Hedda,-but I fear I must dispel an amiable illusion.
HEDDA.
Illusion?
BRACK.
Which could not have lasted long in any case.
HEDDA.
What do you mean?
BRACK.
Eilert Lovborg did not shoot himself-voluntarily.
HEDDA.
Not voluntarily?
BRACK.
No. The thing did not happen exactly as I told it.
HEDDA.
[In suspense.] Have you concealed something? What is it?
BRACK.
For poor Mrs. Elvsted's sake I idealised the facts a little.
HEDDA.
What are the facts?
BRACK.
First, that he is already dead.
HEDDA.
At the hospital?
BRACK.
Yes-without regaining consciousness.
HEDDA.
What more have you concealed?
BRACK.
This-the event did not happen at his lodgings.
HEDDA.
Oh, that can make no difference.
BRACK.
Perhaps it may. For I must tell you-Eilert Lovborg was found shot in-in Mademoiselle Diana's boudoir.
HEDDA.
[Makes a motion as if to rise, but sinks back again.] That is impossible, Judge Brack! He cannot have been there again to-day.
BRACK.
He was there this afternoon. He went there, he said, to demand the return of something which they had taken from him. Talked wildly about a lost child- HEDDA.
Ah-so that is why- BRACK.
I thought probably he meant his ma.n.u.script; but now I hear he destroyed that himself. So I suppose it must have been his pocket-book.
HEDDA.
Yes, no doubt. And there-there he was found?
BRACK.
Yes, there. With a pistol in his breast-pocket, discharged. The ball had lodged in a vital part.
HEDDA.
In the breast-yes?
BRACK.
No-in the bowels.
HEDDA.
[Looks up at him with an expression of loathing.] That too! Oh, what curse is it that makes everything I touch turn ludicrous and mean?
BRACK.
There is one point more, Mrs. Hedda-another disagreeable feature in the affair.
HEDDA.
And what is that?
BRACK.
The pistol he carried- HEDDA.
[Breathless.] Well? What of it?
BRACK.
He must have stolen it.
HEDDA.
[Leaps up.] Stolen it! That is not true! He did not steal it!
BRACK.
No other explanation is possible. He must have stolen it-. Hush!
TESMAN and MRS. ELVSTED have risen from the table in the back- room, and come into the drawing-room.
TESMAN.
[With the papers in both his hands.] Hedda, dear, it is almost impossible to see under that lamp. Think of that!
HEDDA.
Yes, I am thinking.
TESMAN.
Would you mind our sitting at you writing-table-eh?
HEDDA.
If you like. [Quickly.] No, wait! Let me clear it first!
TESMAN.
Oh, you needn't trouble, Hedda. There is plenty of room.
HEDDA.
No no, let me clear it, I say! I will take these things in and put them on the piano. There!
[She has drawn out an object, covered with sheet music, from under the bookcase, places several other pieces of music upon it, and carries the whole into the inner room, to the left.
TESMAN lays the sc.r.a.ps of paper on the writing-table, and moves the lamp there from the corner table. He and Mrs. Elvsted sit down and proceed with their work. HEDDA returns.
HEDDA.
[Behind Mrs. Elvsted's chair, gently ruffling her hair.] Well, my sweet Thea,-how goes it with Eilert Lovborg's monument?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Looks dispiritedly up at her.] Oh, it will be terribly hard to put in order.
TESMAN.
We must manage it. I am determined. And arranging other people's papers is just the work for me.
[HEDDA goes over to the stove, and seats herself on one of the footstools. BRACK stands over her, leaning on the arm-chair.
HEDDA.
[Whispers.] What did you say about the pistol?
BRACK.
[Softly.] That he must have stolen it.
HEDDA.
Why stolen it?
BRACK.
Because every other explanation ought to be impossible, Mrs. Hedda.
