Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, April 25, 1891

( Condensed and Revised Version by Mr P.'s Own Harmless Ibsenite. )
ACT I.
SCENE— A Sitting-room cheerfully decorated in dark colours. Broad doorway, hung with black crape, in the wall at back, leading to a back Drawing-room, in which, above a sofa in black horsehair, hangs a posthumous portrait of the late General GABLER. On the piano is a handsome pall. Through the glass panes of the back Drawing-room window are seen a dead wall and a cemetery. Settees, sofas, chairs, &c., handsomely upholstered in black bombazine, and studded with small round nails. Bouquets of immortelles and dead grasses are lying everywhere about.
Enter Aunt JULIE ( a good-natured looking lady in a smart hat ).
Aunt J. Well, I declare, if I believe GEORGE or HEDDA are up yet! ( Enter GEORGE TESMAN, humming, stout, careless, spectacled. ) Ah, my dear boy, I have called before breakfast to inquire how you and HEDDA are after returning late last night from your long honeymoon. Oh, dear me, yes; am I not your old Aunt, and are not these attentions usual in Norway?
George. Good Lord, yes! My six months' honeymoon has been quite a little travelling scholarship, eh? I have been examining archives. Think of that ! Look here, I'm going to write a book all about the domestic interests of the Cave-dwellers during the Deluge. I'm a clever young Norwegian man of letters, eh?
Aunt J. Fancy your knowing about that too! Now, dear me, thank Heaven!
Hedda ( shrinking back ). Ugh, let me go, do! ( Looking at Aunt JULIE'S hat. ) TESMAN, you must really tell the housemaid not to leave her old hat about on the drawing-room chairs. Oh, is it your hat? Sorry I spoke, I'm sure!
Aunt J. ( annoyed ). Good gracious, little Mrs. HEDDA; my nice new hat that I bought to go out walking with you in!
George ( patting her on the back ). Yes, HEDDA, she did, and the parasol too! Fancy, Aunt JULIE always positively thinks of everything, eh?
Hedda ( coldly ). You hold your tongue. Catch me going out walking with your aunt! One doesn't do such things.