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 Tesman.

[Aghast] The saddle-horse!

Hedda.

I suppose I must not think of that now.

Tesman.

Good heavens, no!—that's as clear as daylight.

Hedda.

[Goes up the room.] Well, I shall have one thing at least to kill time with in the meanwhile.

Tesman.

[Beaming.] Oh thank heaven for that! What is it, Hedda? Eh?

Hedda.

[In the middle doorway, looks at him with covert scorn.] My pistols, George.

Tesman.

[In alarm.] Your pistols!

Hedda.

[With cold eyes.] General Gabler's pistols.

[She goes out through the inner room, to the left.

Tesman.

[Rushes up to the middle doorway and calls after her:] No, for heaven's sake, Hedda darling—don't touch those dangerous things! For my sake, Hedda! Eh?