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Brack.
Undeniably.
Hedda.
And specialists are not at all amusing to travel with. Not in the long run at any rate.
Brack.
Not even—the specialist one happens to love?
Hedda.
Faugh—don't use that sickening word!
Brack.
[Taken aback.] What do you say, Mrs. Hedda?
Hedda.
[Half laughing, half irritated.] You should just try it! To hear of nothing but the history of civilisation, morning, noon, and night
Brack.
Everlastingly.
Hedda.
Yes, yes, yes! And then all this about the domestic industry of the middle ages! That's the most disgusting part of it!
Brack.
[Looks searchingly at her.] But tell me—in that case, how am I to understand your? H'm
Hedda.
My accepting George Tesman, you mean?
Brack.
Well, let us put it so.
