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Brack.
There is one point more, Mrs. Hedda—another disagreeable feature in the affair.
Hedda.
And what is that?
Brack.
The pistol he carried
Hedda.
[Breathless.] Well? What of it?
Brack.
He must have stolen it.
Hedda.
[Leaps up.] Stolen it! That is not true! He did not steal it!
Brack.
No other explanation is possible. He must have stolen it. Hush!
Tesman and Mrs. Elvsted have risen from the table in the back room, and come into the drawing-room.
Tesman.
[With the papers in both his hands.] Hedda dear, it is almost impossible to see under that lamp Think of that!
Hedda.
Yes, I am thinking.
Tesman.
Would you mind our sitting at your writing-table—eh?
