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 Hedda. [Whispers.] What did you say about the pistol?

Brack. [Softly.] That he must have stolen it.

Hedda. Why stolen it?

Brack.

Because every other explanation ought to be impossible, Mrs. Hedda.

Hedda. Indeed?

Brack.

[Glances at her.] Of course Eilert Lövborg was here this morning. Was he not?

Hedda. Yes.

Brack. Were you alone with him?

Hedda. Part of the time.

Brack.

Did you not leave the room whilst he was here?

Hedda. No.

Brack.

Try to recollect. Were you not out of the room a moment?

Hedda.

Yes, perhaps just a moment—out in the hall.