Brack.
[Nearer.] Are you out of your senses!
Hedda.
Dear me—did I happen to hit you?
Brack.
[Still outside.] I wish you would let these pranks alone!
Hedda.
Come in then, Judge.
Judge Brack, dressed as though for a men's party, enters by the glass door. He carries a light overcoat over his arm.
Brack.
What the deuce—haven't you tired of that sport, yet? What are you shooting at?
Hedda.
Oh, I am only firing in the air.
Brack.
[Gently takes the pistol out of her hand.] Allow me, madam! [Looks at it.] Ah—I know this pistol well! [Looks around.] Where is the case? Ah, here it is. [Lays the pistol in it, and shuts it.] Now we won't play at that game any more to-day.
Hedda.
Then what in heaven's name would you have me do with myself?
Brack.
Have you had no visitors?
