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TESMAN.
Yes, it is really marvellous how every thing has turned out for the best.
MISS TESMAN.
And the people who opposed you—who wanted to bar the way for you— now you have them at your feet. They have fallen, George. Your most dangerous rival—his fall was the worst.—And now he has to lie on the bed he has made for himself—poor misguided creature.
TESMAN.
Have you heard anything of Eilert? Since I went away, I mean.
MISS TESMAN.
Only that he is said to have published a new book.
TESMAN.
What! Eilert Lovborg! Recently—eh?
MISS TESMAN.
Yes, so they say. Heaven knows whether it can be worth anything! Ah, when your new book appears—that will be another story, George! What is it to be about?
TESMAN.
It will deal with the domestic industries of Brabant during the Middle Ages.
MISS TESMAN.
Fancy—to be able to write on such a subject as that!
TESMAN.
However, it may be some time before the book is ready. I have all these collections to arrange first, you see.
MISS TESMAN.
Yes, collecting and arranging—no one can beat you at that. There you are my poor brother's own son.
TESMAN.
I am looking forward eagerly to setting to work at it; especially now that I have my own delightful home to work in.
MISS TESMAN.
And, most of all, now that you have got the wife of your heart, my dear George.
TESMAN.
[Embracing her.] Oh yes, yes, Aunt Julia! Hedda—she is the best part of it all! I believe I hear her coming—eh?
and figure show refinement and distinction. Her complexion
is pale and opaque. Her steel-grey eyes express a cold,
unruffled repose. Her hair is of an agreeable brown, but
not particularly abundant. She is dressed in a tasteful,
somewhat loose-fitting morning gown.
MISS TESMAN.
[Going to meet HEDDA.] Good morning, my dear Hedda! Good morning, and a hearty welcome!
HEDDA.
[Holds out her hand.] Good morning, dear Miss Tesman! So early a call! That is kind of you.
MISS TESMAN.
[With some embarrassment.] Well—has the bride slept well in her new home?
HEDDA.
Oh yes, thanks. Passably.
TESMAN.
[Laughing.] Passably! Come, that's good, Hedda! You were sleeping like a stone when I got up.
HEDDA.
Fortunately. Of course one has always to accustom one's self to new surroundings, Miss Tesman—little by little. [Looking towards the left.] Oh, there the servant has gone and opened the veranda door, and let in a whole flood of sunshine.
MISS TESMAN.
[Going towards the door.] Well, then we will shut it.
HEDDA.
No no, not that! Tesman, please draw the curtains. That will give a softer light.
TESMAN.
[At the door.] All right—all right.—There now, Hedda, now you have both shade and fresh air.
HEDDA.
Yes, fresh air we certainly must have, with all these stacks of flowers—. But—won't you sit down, Miss Tesman?
MISS TESMAN.
No, thank you. Now that I have seen that everything is all right here—thank heaven!—I must be getting home again. My sister is lying longing for me, poor thing.
TESMAN.
Give her my very best love, Auntie; and say I shall look in and see her later in the day.
MISS TESMAN.
Yes, yes, I'll be sure to tell her. But by-the-bye, George—[Feeling in her dress pocket]—I had almost forgotten—I have something for you here.
TESMAN.
What is it, Auntie? Eh?
MISS TESMAN.
[Produces a flat parcel wrapped in newspaper and hands it to him.] Look here, my dear boy.
TESMAN.
[Opening the parcel.] Well, I declare!—Have you really saved them for me, Aunt Julia! Hedda! isn't this touching—eh?
HEDDA.
[Beside the whatnot on the right.] Well, what is it?
TESMAN.
My old morning-shoes! My slippers.
HEDDA.
Indeed. I remember you often spoke of them while we were abroad.
TESMAN.
Yes, I missed them terribly. [Goes up to her.] Now you shall see them, Hedda!
HEDDA.
[Going towards the stove.] Thanks, I really don't care about it.
TESMAN.
[Following her.] Only think—ill as she was, Aunt Rina embroidered these for me. Oh you can't think how many associations cling to them.
HEDDA.
[At the table.] Scarcely for me.
MISS TESMAN.
Of course not for Hedda, George.
TESMAN.
Well, but now that she belongs to the family, I thought—
HEDDA.
[Interrupting.] We shall never get on with this servant, Tesman.
MISS TESMAN.
Not get on with Berta?
TESMAN.
Why, dear, what puts that in your head? Eh?
HEDDA.
[Pointing.] Look there! She has left her old bonnet lying about on a chair.
TESMAN.
[In consternation, drops the slippers on the floor.] Why, Hedda—
HEDDA.
Just fancy, if any one should come in and see it!
TESMAN.
But Hedda—that's Aunt Julia's bonnet.
HEDDA.
Is it!
MISS TESMAN.
[Taking up the bonnet.] Yes, indeed it's mine. And, what's more, it's not old, Madam Hedda.
HEDDA.
I really did not look closely at it, Miss Tesman.
MISS TESMAN.
[Trying on the bonnet.] Let me tell you it's the first time I have worn it—the very first time.
TESMAN.
And a very nice bonnet it is too—quite a beauty!
MISS TESMAN.
Oh, it's no such great things, George. [Looks around her.] My parasol—? Ah, here. [Takes it.] For this is mine too— [mutters] —not Berta's.
TESMAN.
A new bonnet and a new parasol! Only think, Hedda.
HEDDA.
Very handsome indeed.
TESMAN.
Yes, isn't it? Eh? But Auntie, take a good look at Hedda before you go! See how handsome she is!
MISS TESMAN.
Oh, my dear boy, there's nothing new in that. Hedda was always lovely.
TESMAN.
[Following.] Yes, but have you noticed what splendid condition she is in? How she has filled out on the journey?
HEDDA.
[Crossing the room.] Oh, do be quiet—!
MISS TESMAN.
[Who has stopped and turned.] Filled out?
TESMAN.
Of course you don't notice it so much now that she has that dress on. But I, who can see—
HEDDA.
[At the glass door, impatiently.] Oh, you can't see anything.
TESMAN.
It must be the mountain air in the Tyrol—
HEDDA.
[Curtly, interrupting.] I am exactly as I was when I started.
TESMAN.
So you insist; but I'm quite certain you are not. Don't you agree with me, Auntie?
MISS TESMAN.
[Who has been gazing at her with folded hands.] Hedda is lovely— lovely—lovely. [Goes up to her, takes her head between both hands, draws it downwards, and kisses her hair.] God bless and preserve Hedda Tesman—for George's sake.
HEDDA.
[Gently freeing herself.] Oh—! Let me go.
MISS TESMAN.
[In quiet emotion.] I shall not let a day pass without coming to see you.
TESMAN.
No you won't, will you, Auntie? Eh?
MISS TESMAN.
Good-bye—good-bye!
door remains half open. TESMAN can be heard repeating his
message to Aunt Rina and his thanks for the slippers.
[In the meantime, HEDDA walks about the room, raising her arms
and clenching her hands as if in desperation. Then she flings
back the curtains from the glass door, and stands there looking
out.
[Presently, TESMAN returns and closes the door behind him.
TESMAN.
[Picks up the slippers from the floor.] What are you looking at, Hedda?
HEDDA.
[Once more calm and mistress of herself.] I am only looking at the leaves. They are so yellow—so withered.
TESMAN.
[Wraps up the slippers and lays them on the table.] Well, you see, we are well into September now.
HEDDA.
[Again restless.] Yes, to think of it!—already in—in September.
TESMAN.
Don't you think Aunt Julia's manner was strange, dear? Almost solemn? Can you imagine what was the matter with her? Eh?
HEDDA.
I scarcely know her, you see. Is she not often like that?
TESMAN.
No, not as she was to-day.
HEDDA.
[Leaving the glass door.] Do you think she was annoyed about the bonnet?
TESMAN.
Oh, scarcely at all. Perhaps a little, just at the moment—
HEDDA.
But what an idea, to pitch her bonnet about in the drawing-room! No one does that sort of thing.
TESMAN.
Well you may be sure Aunt Julia won't do it again.
HEDDA.
In any case, I shall manage to make my peace with her.
TESMAN.
Yes, my dear, good Hedda, if you only would.
HEDDA.
When you call this afternoon, you might invite her to spend the evening here.
TESMAN.
Yes, that I will. And there's one thing more you could do that would delight her heart.
HEDDA.
What is it?
TESMAN.
If you could only prevail on yourself to say du(3) to her. For my sake, Hedda? Eh?
HEDDA.
No, no, Tesman—you really mustn't ask that of me. I have told you so already. I shall try to call her "Aunt"; and you must be satisfied with that.
TESMAN.
Well well. Only I think now that you belong to the family, you—
HEDDA.
H'm—I can't in the least see why—
TESMAN.
[After a pause.] Is there anything the matter with you, Hedda? Eh?
HEDDA.
I'm only looking at my old piano. It doesn't go at all well with all the other things.
TESMAN.
The first time I draw my salary, we'll see about exchanging it.
HEDDA.
No, no—no exchanging. I don't want to part with it. Suppose we put it there in the inner room, and then get another here in its place. When it's convenient, I mean.
TESMAN.
[A little taken aback.] Yes—of course we could do that.
HEDDA.
[Takes up the bouquet from the piano.] These flowers were not here last night when we arrived.
TESMAN.
Aunt Julia must have brought them for you.
HEDDA.
[Examining the bouquet.] A visiting-card. [Takes it out and reads:] "Shall return later in the day." Can you guess whose card it is?
TESMAN.
No. Whose? Eh?
HEDDA.
The name is "Mrs. Elvsted."
TESMAN.
Is it really? Sheriff Elvsted's wife? Miss Rysing that was.
HEDDA.
Exactly. The girl with the irritating hair, that she was always showing off. An old flame of yours I've been told.
TESMAN.
[Laughing.] Oh, that didn't last long; and it was before I met you, Hedda. But fancy her being in town!
HEDDA.
It's odd that she should call upon us. I have scarcely seen her since we left school.
TESMAN.
I haven't see her either for—heaven knows how long. I wonder how she can endure to live in such an out-of-the way hole—eh?
HEDDA.
[After a moment's thought, says suddenly.] Tell me, Tesman—isn't it somewhere near there that he—that—Eilert Lovborg is living?
TESMAN.
Yes, he is somewhere in that part of the country.
BERTA.
That lady, ma'am, that brought some flowers a little while ago, is here again. [Pointing.] The flowers you have in your hand, ma'am.
HEDDA.
Ah, is she? Well, please show her in.
—MRS. ELVSTED is a woman of fragile figure, with pretty,
soft features. Her eyes are light blue, large, round, and
somewhat prominent, with a startled, inquiring expression.
Her hair is remarkably light, almost flaxen, and unusually
abundant and wavy. She is a couple of years younger than
HEDDA. She wears a dark visiting dress, tasteful, but not
quite in the latest fashion.
HEDDA.
[Receives her warmly.] How do you do, my dear Mrs. Elvsted? It's delightful to see you again.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Nervously, struggling for self-control.] Yes, it's a very long time since we met.
TESMAN.
[Gives her his hand.] And we too—eh?
HEDDA.
Thanks for your lovely flowers—
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, not at all—. I would have come straight here yesterday afternoon; but I heard that you were away—
TESMAN.
Have you just come to town? Eh?
MRS. ELVSTED.
I arrived yesterday, about midday. Oh, I was quite in despair when I heard that you were not at home.
HEDDA.
In despair! How so?
TESMAN.
Why, my dear Mrs. Rysing—I mean Mrs. Elvsted—
HEDDA.
I hope that you are not in any trouble?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, I am. And I don't know another living creature here that I can turn to.
HEDDA.
[Laying the bouquet on the table.] Come—let us sit here on the sofa—
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, I am too restless to sit down.
HEDDA.
Oh no, you're not. Come here.
TESMAN.
Well? What is it, Mrs. Elvsted—?
HEDDA.
Has anything particular happened to you at home?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes—and no. Oh—I am so anxious you should not misunderstand me—
HEDDA.
Then your best plan is to tell us the whole story, Mrs. Elvsted.
TESMAN.
I suppose that's what you have come for—eh?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, yes—of course it is. Well then, I must tell you—if you don't already know—that Eilert Lovborg is in town, too.
HEDDA.
Lovborg—!
TESMAN.
What! Has Eilert Lovborg come back? Fancy that, Hedda!
HEDDA.
Well well—I hear it.
MRS. ELVSTED.
He has been here a week already. Just fancy—a whole week! In this terrible town, alone! With so many temptations on all sides.
HEDDA.
But, my dear Mrs. Elvsted—how does he
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