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 Tesman.

[Turning over the papers.] Oh, I daresay Judge Brack will be so kind as to look in now and then, even though I am out.

Brack.

[In the arm-chair, calls out gaily.] Every blessed evening, with all the pleasure in life, Mrs. Tesman! We shall get on capitally together, we two!

Hedda.

[Speaking loud and clear.] Yes, don't you flatter yourself we will, Judge Brack? Now that you are the one cock in the basket

[A shot is heard within. Tesman, Mrs. Elvsted, and Brack leap to their feet.

Tesman.

Oh, now she is playing with those pistols again.

[He throws back the curtains and runs in, followed by Mrs. Elvsted. Hedda lies stretched on the sofa, lifeless. Confusion and cries. Berta enters in alarm from the right.

Tesman.

[Shrieks to Brack.] Shot herself! Shot herself in the temple! Fancy that!

Brack.

[Half-fainting in the arm-chair.] Good God!—people don't do such things.