Hedda.
Yes, rely upon me. Just you go in and have a sleep in the meantime.
Mrs. Elvsted.
Thanks; then I'll try to.
[She goes off through the inner room.
[Hedda goes up to the glass door and draws back the curtains. The broad daylight streams into the room. Then she takes a little hand-glass from the writing-table, looks at herself in it, and arranges her hair. Next she goes to the hall door and presses the bell-button.
Berta presently appears at the hall door.
Berta.
Did you want anything, ma'am?
Hedda.
Yes; you must put some more wood in the stove. I am shivering.
Berta.
Bless me—I'll make up the fire at once. [She rakes the embers together and lays a piece of wood upon them; then stops and listens.] That was a ring at the front door, ma'am.
Hedda.
Then go to the door. I will look after the fire.
Berta.
It'll soon burn up.
[She goes out by the hall door. [Hedda kneels on the foot-rest and lays some more pieces of wood in the stove.
