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 Brack.

[Shaking his head.] Now my dear Mrs. Hedda, how could you do such a thing? To that excellent old lady, too!

Hedda.

[Nervously crossing the room.] Well, you see—these impulses come over me all of a sudden; and I cannot resist them. [Throws herself down in the easy-chair by the stove.] Oh, I don't know how to explain it.

Brack.

[Behind the easy-chair.] You are not really happy—that is at the bottom of it.

Hedda.

[Looking straight before her.] I know of no reason why I should be—happy. Perhaps you can give me one?

Brack.

Well—amongst other things, because you have got exactly the home you had set your heart on.

Hedda.

[Looks up at him and laughs.] Do you too believe in that legend?

Brack.

Is there nothing in it, then?

Hedda.

Oh yes, there is something in it.

Brack.

Well?