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Tesman.
[Aghast] The saddle-horse!
Hedda.
I suppose I must not think of that now.
Tesman.
Good heavens, no!—that's as clear as daylight.
Hedda.
[Goes up the room.] Well, I shall have one thing at least to kill time with in the meanwhile.
Tesman.
[Beaming.] Oh thank heaven for that! What is it, Hedda? Eh?
Hedda.
[In the middle doorway, looks at him with covert scorn.] My pistols, George.
Tesman.
[In alarm.] Your pistols!
Hedda.
[With cold eyes.] General Gabler's pistols.
[She goes out through the inner room, to the left.
Tesman.
[Rushes up to the middle doorway and calls after her:] No, for heaven's sake, Hedda darling—don't touch those dangerous things! For my sake, Hedda! Eh?
