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 Judge Brack enters from the hall.

Hedda.

[Nodding to him.] You are an early bird, I must say.

Brack.

Yes, don't you think so? [To Tesman.] Are you on the move, too?

Tesman.

Yes, I must rush off to my aunts'. Fancy—the invalid one is lying at death's door, poor creature.

Brack.

Dear me, is she indeed? Then on no account let me detain you. At such a critical moment

Tesman.

Yes, I must really rush Good-bye! Good-bye! [He hastens out by the hall door.

Hedda.

[Approaching.] You seem to have made a particularly lively night of it at your rooms, Judge Brack.

Brack.

I assure you I have not had my clothes off, Mrs. Hedda.

Hedda. Not you, either?

Brack.

No, as you may see. But what has Tesman been telling you of the night's adventures?