[He puts hat on chair close to table.
Aunt Julie.
[Giggling.] It was for Hedda's sake—to go out walking with her in. [Hedda approaches from the back-room; she is pallid, with cold, open, steel-grey eyes; her hair is not very thick, but what there is of it is an agreeable medium brown.] Ah, dear Hedda!
[She attempts to cuddle her.
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 Julie.
[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?