Hedda.
No no, not that! Tesman, please draw the curtains. That will give a softer light.
Tesman.
[At the door.] All right—all right.—There now, Hedda, now you have both shade and fresh air.
Hedda.
Yes, fresh air we certainly must have, with all these stacks of flowers. But—won't you sit down, Miss Tesman?
Miss Tesman.
No, thank you. Now that I have seen that everything is all right here—thank heaven!—I must be getting home again. My sister is lying longing for me, poor thing.
Tesman.
Give her my very best love, Auntie; and say I shall look in and see her later in the day.
Miss Tesman.
Yes, yes, I'll be sure to tell her. But by-the-bye, George—[Feeling in her dress pocket]—I had almost forgotten—I have something for you here.
Tesman.
What is it, Auntie? Eh?
Miss Tesman.
[Produces a flat parcel wrapped in newspaper and hands it to him.] Look here, my dear boy.
Tesman.
[Opening the parcel.] Well, I declare!—Have you
