no, don't ask me. I will not look upon sickness and death. I loathe all sorts of ugliness.
Tesman.
Well, well, then! [Bustling around.] My hat? My overcoat? Oh, in the hall. I do hope I mayn't come too late, Hedda! Eh?
Hedda.
Oh, if you run-
[Berta appears at the hall door.
Berta.
Judge Brack is at the door, and wishes to know if he may come in.
Tesman. At this time! No, I can't possibly see him.
Hedda.
But I can. [To Berta.] Ask Judge Brack to come in. [Berta goes out.
Hedda.
[Quickly, whispering.] The parcel, Tesman!
[She snatches it up from the stool.
Tesman. Yes, give it to me!
Hedda. No, no, I will keep it till you come back.
[She goes to the writing-table and places it in the bookcase. Tesman stands in a flurry of haste, and cannot get his gloves on.
