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Hedda.
[Interrupting.] We shall never get on with this servant, Tesman.
Miss Tesman.
Not get on with Berta?
Tesman.
Why, dear, what puts that in your head? Eh?
Hedda.
[Pointing.] Look there! She has left her old bonnet lying about on a chair.
Tesman.
[In consternation, drops the slippers on the floor. Why, Hedda
Hedda.
Just fancy, if any one should come in and see it!
Tesman.
But Hedda—that's Aunt Julia's bonnet.
Hedda.
Is it!
Miss Tesman.
[Taking up the bonnet.] Yes, indeed it's mine. And, what's more, it's not old, Madam Hedda.
Hedda.
I really did not look closely at it, Miss Tesman.
