Tesman.
It will deal with the domestic industries of Brabant during the Middle Ages.
Miss Tesman.
Fancy—to be able to write on such a subject as that!
Tesman.
However, it may be some time before the book is ready. I have all these collections to arrange first, you see.
Miss Tesman.
Yes, collecting and arranging—no one can beat you at that. There you are my poor brother's own son.
Tesman.
I am looking forward eagerly to setting to work at it; especially now that I have my own delightful home to work in.
Miss Tesman.
And, most of all, now that you have got the wife of your heart, my dear George.
Tesman.
[Embracing her.] Oh yes, yes, Aunt Julia! Hedda—she is the best part of it all! [Looks towards the doorway.] I believe I hear her coming—eh?
Hedda enters from the left through the inner room. She is a woman of nine-and-twenty. Her face and figure show refinement and distinction. Her complexion is pale and opaque. Her steel-grey eyes express a cold, unruffled repose. Her hair
