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 Miss Tesman.

[Who has stopped and turned.] Filled out?

Tesman.

Of course you don't notice it so much now that she has that dress on. But I, who can see

Hedda.

[At the glass door, impatiently.] Oh, you can't see anything.

Tesman.

It must be the mountain air in the Tyrol

Hedda.

[Curtly, interrupting.] I am exactly as I was when I started.

Tesman.

So you insist; but I'm quite certain you are not. Don't you agree with me, Auntie?

Miss Tesman.

[Who has been gazing at her with folded hands.] Hedda is lovely—lovely—lovely. [Goes up to her, takes her head between both hands, draws it downwards, and kisses her hair.] God bless and preserve Hedda Tesman—for George's sake.

Hedda.

[Gently freeing herself.] Oh—! Let me go.

Miss Tesman.

[In quiet emotion.] I shall not let a day pass without coming to see you.

Tesman.

No you won't, will you, Auntie? Eh?