Hedda.
Good heavens, do you see anything so wonderful in that?
Brack.
Yes and no—Mrs. Hedda.
Hedda.
I had positively danced myself tired, my dear Judge. My day was done [With a slight shudder.] Oh no—I won't say that; nor think it either!
Brack.
You have assuredly no reason to.
Hedda.
Oh, reasons [Watching him closely.] And George Tesman—after all, you must admit that he is correctness itself.
Brack.
His correctness and respectability are beyond all question.
Hedda.
And I don't see anything absolutely ridiculous about him.—Do you?
Brack.
Ridiculous? N—no—I shouldn't exactly say so
Hedda.
Well—and his powers of research, at all events, are untiring.—I see no reason why he should not one day come to the front, after all.
Brack.
[Looks at her hesitatingly.] I thought that you, like
