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Hedda.
She always is.
Tesman.
Yes, but to-day she is much worse than usual, poor dear.
Hedda.
Oh, then it's only natural that her sister should remain with her. I must bear my disappointment.
Tesman,
And you can't imagine, dear, how delighted Aunt Julia seemed to be—because you had come home looking so flourishing!
Hedda.
[Half aloud, rising.] Oh, those everlasting Aunts!
Tesman.
What?
Hedda.
[Going to the glass door.] Nothing.
Tesman.
Oh, all right.
[He goes through the inner room, out to the right.
Brack.
What bonnet were you talking about?
Hedda.
Oh, it was a little episode with Miss Tesman this morning. She had laid down her bonnet on the chair there—[Looks at him and smiles.]—and I pretended to think it was the servant's.
