Hedda Gabler
[Leans further back in the chair.] Aha--aha!
TESMAN.
But who can my competitor be? Surely not--?
BRACK.
Yes, precisely--Eilert Lovborg.
TESMAN.
[Clasping his hands.] No, no--it's quite impossible! Eh?
BRACK.
H'm--that is what it may come to, all the same.
TESMAN.
Well but, Judge Brack--it would show the most incredible lack of
consideration for me. [Gesticulates with his arms.] For--just think--I'm
a married man! We have married on the strength of these prospects, Hedda
and I; and run deep into debt; and borrowed money from Aunt Julia too.
Good heavens, they had as good as promised me the appointment. Eh?
BRACK.
Well, well, well--no doubt you will get it in the end; only after a
contest.
HEDDA.
[Immovable in her arm-chair.] Fancy, Tesman, there will be a sort of
sporting interest in that.
TESMAN.
Why, my dearest Hedda, how can you be so indifferent about it?
HEDDA.
[As before.] I am not at all indifferent. I am most eager to see who
wins.
BRACK.
In any case, Mrs. Tesman, it is best that you should know how matters
stand. I mean--before you set about the little purchases I hear you are
threatening.
HEDDA.
This can make no difference.
BRACK.
Indeed! Then I have no more to say. Good-bye! [To TESMAN.] I shall look
in on my way back from my afternoon walk, and take you home with me.
TESMAN.
Oh yes, yes--your news has quite upset me.
HEDDA.
[Reclining, holds out her hand.] Good-bye, Judge; and be sure you call
in the afternoon.
BRACK.
Many thanks. Good-bye, good-bye!
TESMAN.
[Accompanying him to the door.] Good-bye my dear Judge! You must really
excuse me-- [JUDGE BRACK goes out by the hall door.
TESMAN.
[Crosses the room.] Oh Hedda--one should never rush into adventures. Eh?
HEDDA.
[Looks at him, smiling.] Do you do that?
TESMAN.
Yes, dear--there is no denying--it was adventurous to go and marry and
set up house upon mere expectations.
HEDDA.
Perhaps you are right there.
TESMAN.
Well--at all events, we have our delightful home, Hedda! Fancy, the home
we both dreamed of--the home we were in love with, I may almost say. Eh?
HEDDA.
[Rising slowly and wearily.] It was part of our compact that we were to
go into society--to keep open house.
TESMAN.
Yes, if you only knew how I had been looking forward to it! Fancy--to
see you as hostess--in a select circle! Eh? Well, well, well--for the
present we shall have to get on without society, Hedda--only to invite
Aunt Julia now and then.--Oh, I intended you to lead such an utterly
different life, dear--!
HEDDA.
Of course I cannot have my man in livery just yet.
TESMAN.
Oh, no, unfortunately. It would be out of the question for us to keep a
footman, you know.
HEDDA.
And the saddle-horse I was to have had--
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?
ACT SECOND.
The room at the TESMANS' as in the first Act, except that the
piano has been removed, and an elegant little writing-table
with the book-shelves put in its place. A smaller table
stands near the sofa on the left. Most of the bouquets have
been taken away. MRS. ELVSTED'S bouquet is upon the large
table in front.--It is afternoon.
HEDDA, dressed to receive callers, is alone in the room. She
stands by the open glass door, loading a revolver. The
fellow to it lies in an open pistol-case on the writing-
table.
HEDDA.
[Looks down the garden, and calls:] So you are here again, Judge!
BRACK.
[Is heard calling from a distance.] As you see, Mrs. Tesman!
HEDDA.
[Raises the pistol and points.] Now I'll shoot you, Judge Brack!
BRACK.
[Calling unseen.] No, no, no! Don't stand aiming at me!
HEDDA.
This is what comes of sneaking in by the back way.(7) [She fires.
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?
HEDDA.
[Closing the glass door.] Not one. I suppose all our set are still out
of town.
BRACK.
And is Tesman not at home either?
HEDDA.
[At the writing-table, putting the pistol-case in a drawer which she
shuts.] No. He rushed off to his aunt's directly after lunch; he didn't
expect you so early.
BRACK.
H'm--how stupid of me not to have thought of that!
HEDDA.
[Turning her head to look at him.] Why stupid?
BRACK.
Because if I had thought of it I should have come a little--earlier.
HEDDA.
[Crossing the room.] Then you would have found no one to receive you;
for I have been in my room changing my dress ever since lunch.
BRACK.
And is there no sort of little chink that we could hold a parley
through?
HEDDA.
You have forgotten to arrange one.
BRACK.
That was another piece of stupidity.
HEDDA.
Well, we must just settle down here--and wait. Tesman is not likely to
be back for some time yet.
BRACK.
Never mind; I shall not be impatient.
HEDDA seats herself in the corner of the sofa. BRACK lays his
overcoat over the back of the nearest chair, and sits down, but
keeps his hat in his hand. A short silence. They look at each
other.
HEDDA.
Well?
BRACK.
[In the same tone.] Well?
HEDDA.
I spoke first.
BRACK.
[Bending a little forward.] Come, let us have a cosy little chat, Mrs.
Hedda.(8)
HEDDA.
[Leaning further back in the sofa.] Does it not seem like a whole
eternity since our last talk? Of course I don't count those few words
yesterday evening and this morning.
BRACK.
You mean since our last confidential talk? Our last _tete-a-tete_?
HEDDA.
Well yes--since you put it so.
BRACK.
Not a day passed but I have wished that you were home again.
HEDDA.
And I have done nothing but wish the same thing.
BRACK.
You? Really, Mrs. Hedda? And I thought you had been enjoying your tour
so much!
HEDDA.
Oh yes, you may be sure of that!
BRACK.
But Tesman's letters spoke of nothing but happiness.
HEDDA.
Oh, Tesman! You see, he thinks nothing is so delightful as grubbing
in libraries and making copies of old parchments, or whatever you call
them.
BRACK.
[With a smile of malice.] Well, that is his vocation in life--or part of
it at any rate.
HEDDA.
Yes, of course; and no doubt when it's your vocation--. But _I_! Oh, my
dear Mr. Brack, how mortally bored I have been.
BRACK.
[Sympathetically.] Do you really say so? In downright earnest?
HEDDA.
Yes, you can surely understand it--! To go for six whole months without
meeting a soul that knew anything of our circle, or could talk about
things we were interested in.
BRACK.
Yes, yes--I too should feel that a deprivation.
HEDDA.
And then, what I found most intolerable of all--
BRACK.
Well?
HEDDA.
--was being everlastingly in the company of--one and the same person--
BRACK.
[With a nod of assent.] Morning, noon, and night, yes--at all possible
times and seasons.
HEDDA.
I said "everlastingly."
BRACK.
Just so. But I should have thought, with our excellent Tesman, one
could--
HEDDA.
Tesman is--a specialist, my dear Judge.
BRACK.
Undeniable.
HEDDA.
And specialists are not at all amusing to travel with. Not in the long
run at any rate.
BRACK.
Not even--the specialist one happens to love?
HEDDA.
Faugh--don't use that sickening word!
BRACK.
[Taken aback.] What do you say, Mrs. Hedda?
HEDDA.
[Half laughing, half irritated.] You should just try it! To hear of
nothing but the history of civilisation, morning, noon, and night--
BRACK.
Everlastingly.
HEDDA.
Yes yes yes! And then all this about the domestic industry of the middle
ages--! That's the most disgusting part of it!
BRACK.
[Looks searchingly at her.] But tell me--in that case, how am I to
understand your--? H'm--
HEDDA.
My accepting George Tesman, you mean?
BRACK.
Well, let us put it so.
HEDDA.
Good heavens, do you see anything so wonderful in that?
BRACK.
Yes and no--Mrs. Hedda.
HEDDA.
I had positively danced myself tired, my dear Judge. My day was
done-- [With a slight shudder.] Oh no--I won't say that; nor think
it either!
BRACK.
You have assuredly no reason to.
HEDDA.
Oh, reasons-- [Watching him closely.] And George Tesman--after all, you
must admit that he is correctness itself.
BRACK.
His correctness and respectability are beyond all question.
HEDDA.
And I don't see anything absolutely ridiculous about him.--Do you?
BRACK.
Ridiculous? N--no--I shouldn't exactly say so--
HEDDA.
Well--and his powers of research, at all events, are untiring.--I see no
reason why he should not one day come to the front, after all.
BRACK.
[Looks at her hesitatingly.] I thought that you, like every one else,
expected him to attain the highest distinction.
HEDDA.
[With an expression of fatigue.] Yes, so I did.--And then, since he was
bent, at all hazards, on being allowed to provide for me--I really don't
know why I should not have accepted his offer?
BRACK.
No--if you look at it in that light--
HEDDA.
It was more than my other adorers were prepared to do for me, my dear
Judge.
BRACK.
[Laughing.] Well, I can't answer for all the rest; but as for myself,
you know quite well that I have always entertained a--a certain respect
for the marriage tie--for marriage as an institution, Mrs. Hedda.
HEDDA.
[Jestingly.] Oh, I assure you I have never cherished any hopes with
respect to you.
BRACK.
All I require is a pleasant and intimate interior, where I can make
myself useful in every way, and am free to come and go as--as a trusted
friend--
HEDDA.
Of the master of the house, do you mean?
BRACK.
[Bowing.] Frankly--of the mistress first of all; but of course of the
master too, in the second place. Such a triangular friendship--if I may
call it so--is really a great convenience for all the parties, let me
tell you.
HEDDA.
Yes, I have many a time longed for some one to make a third on our
travels. Oh--those railway-carriage _tete-a-tetes_--!
BRACK.
Fortunately your wedding journey is over now.
HEDDA.