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 Hedda.

Yes, rely upon me. Just you go in and have a sleep in the meantime.

Mrs. Elvsted.

Thanks; then I'll try to.

[She goes off through the inner room.

[Hedda goes up to the glass door and draws back the curtains. The broad daylight streams into the room. Then she takes a little hand-glass from the writing-table, looks at herself in it, and arranges her hair. Next she goes to the hall door and presses the bell-button.

Berta presently appears at the hall door.

Berta.

Did you want anything, ma'am?

Hedda.

Yes; you must put some more wood in the stove. I am shivering.

Berta.

Bless me—I'll make up the fire at once. [She rakes the embers together and lays a piece of wood upon them; then stops and listens.] That was a ring at the front door, ma'am.

Hedda.

Then go to the door. I will look after the fire.

Berta.

It'll soon burn up.

[She goes out by the hall door. [Hedda kneels on the foot-rest and lays some more pieces of wood in the stove.