push it back into his pocket? That would be quite like her; for she is an able-bodied young person, this same Mademoiselle Diana.
Hedda.
But I have nothing to do with all this repulsive business.
Brack.
No. But you will have to answer the question: Why did you give Eilert Lövborg the pistol? And what conclusions will people draw from the fact that you did give it to him?
Hedda.
[Lets her head sink.] That is true. I did not think of that.
Brack.
Well, fortunately, there is no danger, so long as I say nothing.
Hedda.
[Looks up at him.] So I am in your power, Judge Brack. You have me at your beck and call, from this time forward.
Brack.
[Whispers softly.] Dearest Hedda—believe me—I shall not abuse my advantage.
Hedda.
I am in your power none the less. Subject to your will and your demands. A slave, a slave then! [Rises impetuously.] No, I cannot endure the thought of that! Never!
Brack.
[Looks half-mockingly at her.] People generally get used to the inevitable.
