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?
