Really? You forget we are all realistic and unconventional persons here, and do all kinds of odd things. But don't worry yourself!
[_To_ HEDDA.] Oh, I say, Hedda, what's to become of our fairyland now, eh? We can't have a liveried servant, or give dinner parties, or have a horse for riding. Fancy that!
[_Slowly, and wearily._] No, we shall really have to set up as fairies in reduced circumstances, now.
[_Cheering up._] Still, we shall see Aunt Julie every day, and _that_ will be something, and I've got back my old slippers. We shan't be altogether without some amusements, eh?
[_Crosses the floor._] Not while I have one thing to amuse myself with, at all events.
[_Beaming with joy._] Oh, Heaven be praised and thanked for that! My goodness, so you have! And what may _that_ be, Hedda, eh?
[_At the doorway, with suppressed scorn._] Yes, George you have the old slippers of the attentive aunt, and I have the horse-pistols of the deceased general!
[_In an agony._] The pistols! Oh, my goodness! _what_ pistols?
[_With cold eyes._] General Gabler's pistols--same which I shot--[_recollecting herself_]--no, that's Thackeray, not Ibsen--a _very_ different person.
[_She goes through the back drawing-room._
[_At doorway, shouting after her._] Dearest Hedda, _not_ those dangerous things, eh? Why, they have never once been known to shoot straight yet! Don't! Have a catapult. For _my_ sake, have a catapult!
SCENE--_The cheerful dark drawing-room. It is afternoon._ HEDDA _stands loading a revolver in the back drawing-room_.
[_Looking out and shouting._] How do you do, Judge? [_Aims at him._] Mind yourself!
[_Entering._] What the devil! Do you usually take pot-shots at casual visitors?
Invariably, when they come by the back-garden. It is my unconventional way of intimating that I am at home. One does do these things in realistic dramas, you know. And I was only aiming at the blue sky.
Which accounts for the condition of my hat. [_Exhibiting it._] Look here--_riddled!_
Couldn't help myself. I am so horribly bored with Tesman. Everlastingly to be with a professional person!
[_Sympathetically._] Our excellent Tesman is certainly a bit of a bore. [_Looks searchingly at her._] What on earth made you marry him?