Hedda Gabler
HEDDA.
Oh, that can be managed somehow.
LOVBORG.
[Looking towards the ladies.] Mrs. Elvsted? Of course, I'll come again
and fetch her. [Approaching.] At ten or thereabouts, Mrs. Tesman? Will
that do?
HEDDA.
Certainly. That will do capitally.
TESMAN.
Well, then, that's all right. But you must not expect me so early,
Hedda.
HEDDA.
Oh, you may stop as long--as long as ever you please.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Trying to conceal her anxiety.] Well then, Mr. Lovborg--I shall remain
here until you come.
LOVBORG.
[With his hat in his hand.] Pray do, Mrs. Elvsted.
BRACK.
And now off goes the excursion train, gentlemen! I hope we shall have a
lively time, as a certain fair lady puts it.
HEDDA.
Ah, if only the fair lady could be present unseen--!
BRACK.
Why unseen?
HEDDA.
In order to hear a little of your liveliness at first hand, Judge Brack.
BRACK.
[Laughing.] I should not advise the fair lady to try it.
TESMAN.
[Also laughing.] Come, you're a nice one Hedda! Fancy that!
BRACK.
Well, good-bye, good-bye, ladies.
LOVBORG.
[Bowing.] About ten o'clock, then,
[BRACK, LOVBORG, and TESMAN go out by the hall door. At the
same time, BERTA enters from the inner room with a lighted
lamp, which she places on the drawing-room table; she goes
out by the way she came.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Who has risen and is wandering restlessly about the room.] Hedda--
Hedda--what will come of all this?
HEDDA.
At ten o'clock--he will be here. I can see him already--with vine-leaves
in his hair--flushed and fearless--
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, I hope he may.
HEDDA.
And then, you see--then he will have regained control over himself. Then
he will be a free man for all his days.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh God!--if he would only come as you see him now!
HEDDA.
He will come as I see him--so, and not otherwise! [Rises and approaches
THEA.] You may doubt him as long as you please; _I_ believe in him. And
now we will try--
MRS. ELVSTED.
You have some hidden motive in this, Hedda!
HEDDA.
Yes, I have. I want for once in my life to have power to mould a human
destiny.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Have you not the power?
HEDDA.
I have not--and have never had it.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Not your husband's?
HEDDA.
Do you think that is worth the trouble? Oh, if you could only understand
how poor I am. And fate has made you so rich! [Clasps her passionately
in her arms.] I think I must burn your hair off after all.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Let me go! Let me go! I am afraid of you, Hedda!
BERTA.
[In the middle doorway.] Tea is laid in the dining-room, ma'am.
HEDDA.
Very well. We are coming
MRS. ELVSTED.
No, no, no! I would rather go home alone! At once!
HEDDA.
Nonsense! First you shall have a cup of tea, you little stupid. And
then--at ten o'clock--Eilert Lovborg will be here--with vine-leaves in
his hair.
[She drags MRS. ELVSTED almost by force to the middle doorway.
ACT THIRD.
The room at the TESMANS'. The curtains are drawn over the
middle doorway, and also over the glass door. The lamp,
half turned down, and with a shade over it, is burning on
the table. In the stove, the door of which stands open,
there has been a fire, which is now nearly burnt out.
MRS. ELVSTED, wrapped in a large shawl, and with her feet
upon a foot-rest, sits close to the stove, sunk back in
the arm-chair. HEDDA, fully dressed, lies sleeping upon
the sofa, with a sofa-blanket over her.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[After a pause, suddenly sits up in her chair, and listens eagerly. Then
she sinks back again wearily, moaning to herself.] Not yet!--Oh God--oh
God--not yet!
BERTA slips cautiously in by the hall door. She has a letter in
her hand.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Turns and whispers eagerly.] Well--has any one come?
BERTA.
[Softly.] Yes, a girl has just brought this letter.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Quickly, holding out her hand.] A letter! Give it to me!
BERTA.
No, it's for Dr. Tesman, ma'am.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, indeed.
BERTA.
It was Miss Tesman's servant that brought it. I'll lay it here on the
table.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, do.
BERTA.
[Laying down the letter.] I think I had better put out the lamp. It's
smoking.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, put it out. It must soon be daylight now.
BERTA.
[Putting out the lamp.] It is daylight already, ma'am.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, broad day! And no one come back yet--!
BERTA.
Lord bless you, ma'am--I guessed how it would be.
MRS. ELVSTED.
You guessed?
BERTA.
Yes, when I saw that a certain person had come back to town--and that he
went off with them. For we've heard enough about that gentleman before
now.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Don't speak so loud. You will waken Mrs. Tesman.
BERTA.
[Looks towards the sofa and sighs.] No, no--let her sleep, poor thing.
Shan't I put some wood on the fire?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Thanks, not for me.
BERTA.
Oh, very well. [She goes softly out by the hall door.
HEDDA.
[Is wakened by the shutting of the door, and looks up.] What's that--?
MRS. ELVSTED.
It was only the servant.
HEDDA.
[Looking about her.] Oh, we're here--! Yes, now I remember. [Sits erect
upon the sofa, stretches herself, and rubs her eyes.] What o'clock is
it, Thea?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Looks at her watch.] It's past seven.
HEDDA.
When did Tesman come home?
MRS. ELVSTED.
He has not come.
HEDDA.
Not come home yet?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Rising.] No one has come.
HEDDA.
Think of our watching and waiting here till four in the morning--
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Wringing her hands.] And how I watched and waited for him!
HEDDA.
[Yawns, and says with her hand before her mouth.] Well well--we might
have spared ourselves the trouble.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Did you get a little sleep?
HEDDA.
Oh yes; I believe I have slept pretty well. Have you not?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Not for a moment. I couldn't, Hedda!--not to save my life.
HEDDA.
[Rises and goes towards her.] There there there! There's nothing to be
so alarmed about. I understand quite well what has happened.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Well, what do you think? Won't you tell me?
HEDDA.
Why, of course it has been a very late affair at Judge Brack's--
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, yes--that is clear enough. But all the same--
HEDDA.
And then, you see, Tesman hasn't cared to come home and ring us up in
the middle of the night. [Laughing.] Perhaps he wasn't inclined to show
himself either--immediately after a jollification.
MRS. ELVSTED.
But in that case--where can he have gone?
HEDDA.
Of course he has gone to his Aunts' and slept there. They have his old
room ready for him.
MRS. ELVSTED.
No, he can't be with them for a letter has just come for him from Miss
Tesman. There it lies.
HEDDA.
Indeed? [Looks at the address.] Why yes, it's addressed in Aunt Julia's
hand. Well then, he has remained at Judge Brack's. And as for Eilert
Lovborg--he is sitting, with vine-leaves in his hair, reading his
manuscript.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, Hedda, you are just saying things you don't believe a bit.
HEDDA.
You really are a little blockhead, Thea.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh yes, I suppose I am.
HEDDA.
And how mortally tired you look.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, I am mortally tired.
HEDDA.
Well then, you must do as I tell you. You must go into my room and lie
down for a little while.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh no, no--I shouldn't be able to sleep.
HEDDA.
I am sure you would.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Well, but you husband is certain to come soon now; and then I want to
know at once--
HEDDA.
I shall take care to let you know when he comes.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Do you promise me, Hedda?
HEDDA.
Yes, rely upon me. Just you go in and have a sleep in the meantime.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Thanks; then I'll try. [She goes off to the inner room.
[HEDDA goes up to the glass door and draws back the curtains.
The broad daylight streams into the room. Then she takes a
little hand-glass from the writing-table, looks at herself
in it, and arranges her hair. Next she goes to the hall
door and presses the bell-button.
BERTA presently appears at the hall door.
BERTA.
Did you want anything, ma'am?
HEDDA.
Yes; you must put some more wood in the stove. I am shivering.
BERTA.
Bless me--I'll make up the fire at once. [She rakes the embers together
and lays a piece of wood upon them; then stops and listens.] That was a
ring at the front door, ma'am.
HEDDA.
Then go to the door. I will look after the fire.
BERTA.
It'll soon burn up. [She goes out by the hall door.
[HEDDA kneels on the foot-rest and lays some more pieces of
wood in the stove.
After a short pause, GEORGE TESMAN enters from the hall. He
steals on tiptoe towards the middle doorway and is about to
slip through the curtains.
HEDDA.
[At the stove, without looking up.] Good morning.
TESMAN.
[Turns.] Hedda! [Approaching her.] Good heavens--are you up so early?
Eh?
HEDDA.
Yes, I am up very early this morning.
TESMAN.
And I never doubted you were still sound asleep! Fancy that, Hedda!
HEDDA.
Don't speak so loud. Mrs. Elvsted is resting in my room.
TESMAN.
Has Mrs. Elvsted been here all night?
HEDDA.
Yes, since no one came to fetch her.
TESMAN.
Ah, to be sure.
HEDDA.
[Closes the door of the stove and rises.] Well, did you enjoy yourselves
at Judge Brack's?
TESMAN.
Have you been anxious about me? Eh?
HEDDA.
No, I should never think of being anxious. But I asked if you had
enjoyed yourself.
TESMAN.
Oh yes,--for once in a way. Especially the beginning of the evening; for
then Eilert read me part of his book. We arrived more than an hour too
early--fancy that! And Brack had all sorts of arrangements to make--so
Eilert read to me.
HEDDA.
[Seating herself by the table on the right.] Well? Tell me then--
TESMAN.
[Sitting on a footstool near the stove.] Oh, Hedda, you can't conceive
what a book that is going to be! I believe it is one of the most
remarkable things that have ever been written. Fancy that!
HEDDA.
Yes yes; I don't care about that--
TESMAN.
I must make a confession to you, Hedda. When he had finished reading--a
horrid feeling came over me.
HEDDA.
A horrid feeling?
TESMAN.
I felt jealous of Eilert for having had it in him to write such a book.
Only think, Hedda!
HEDDA.
Yes, yes, I am thinking!
TESMAN.
And then how pitiful to think that he--with all his gifts--should be
irreclaimable, after all.
HEDDA.
I suppose you mean that he has more courage than the rest?
TESMAN.
No, not at all--I mean that he is incapable of taking his pleasure in
moderation.
HEDDA.
And what came of it all--in the end?
TESMAN.
Well, to tell the truth, I think it might best be described as an orgie,
Hedda.
HEDDA.
Had he vine-leaves in his hair?
TESMAN.
Vine-leaves? No, I saw nothing of the sort. But he made a long, rambling
speech in honour of the woman who had inspired him in his work--that was
the phrase he used.
HEDDA.
Did he name her?
TESMAN.
No, he didn't; but I can't help thinking he meant Mrs. Elvsted. You may
be sure he did.
HEDDA.
Well--where did you part from him?
TESMAN.
On the way to town. We broke up--the last of us at any rate--all
together; and Brack came with us to get a breath of fresh air. And then,