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 no, don't ask me. I will not look upon sickness and death. I loathe all sorts of ugliness.

Tesman.

Well, well, then! [Bustling around.] My hat? My overcoat? Oh, in the hall. I do hope I mayn't come too late, Hedda! Eh?

Hedda.

Oh, if you run-

[Berta appears at the hall door.

Berta.

Judge Brack is at the door, and wishes to know if he may come in.

Tesman. At this time! No, I can't possibly see him.

Hedda.

But I can. [To Berta.] Ask Judge Brack to come in. [Berta goes out.

Hedda.

[Quickly, whispering.] The parcel, Tesman!

[She snatches it up from the stool.

Tesman. Yes, give it to me!

Hedda. No, no, I will keep it till you come back.

[She goes to the writing-table and places it in the bookcase. Tesman stands in a flurry of haste, and cannot get his gloves on.