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?
THE ROOM AT THE TESMANS' as in the first act, except that the piano has been removed, and an elegant little writing-table with 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. [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.