Brack.
[Shaking his head.] Now my dear Mrs. Hedda, how could you do such a thing? To that excellent old lady, too!
Hedda.
[Nervously crossing the room.] Well, you see—these impulses come over me all of a sudden; and I cannot resist them. [Throws herself down in the easy-chair by the stove.] Oh, I don't know how to explain it.
Brack.
[Behind the easy-chair.] You are not really happy—that is at the bottom of it.
Hedda.
[Looking straight before her.] I know of no reason why I should be—happy. Perhaps you can give me one?
Brack.
Well—amongst other things, because you have got exactly the home you had set your heart on.
Hedda.
[Looks up at him and laughs.] Do you too believe in that legend?
Brack.
Is there nothing in it, then?
Hedda.
Oh yes, there is something in it.
Brack.
Well?
