Hedda.
[Closing the glass door.] Not one. I suppose all our set are still out of town.
Brack.
And is Tesman not at home either?
Hedda.
[At the writing-table, putting the pistol-case in a drawer which she shuts.] No. He rushed off to his aunt's directly after lunch; he didn't expect you so early.
Brack.
H'm—how stupid of me not to have thought of that!
Hedda.
[Turning her head to look at him.] Why stupid?
Brack.
Because if I had thought of it I should have come a little—earlier.
Hedda.
[Crossing the room.] Then you would have found no one to receive you; for I have been in my room changing my dress ever since lunch.
Brack.
And is there no sort of little chink that we could hold a parley through?
Hedda.
You have forgotten to arrange one.
Brack.
That was another piece of stupidity.
