Hedda.
[Coldly.] You hold your tongue. Catch me going out walking with your aunt! One doesn't do such things.
George.
[Beaming.] Isn't she a charming woman? Such fascinating manners! My goodness, eh? Fancy that!
Aunt Julie.
Ah, dear George, you ought indeed to be happy—but [brings out a flat package wrapped in newspaper] look here, my dear boy!
George.
[Opens it.] What? my dear old morning shoes! my slippers! [Breaks down.] This is positively too touching, Hedda, eh? Do you remember how badly I wanted them all the honeymoon? Come and just have a look at them—you may!
Hedda.
Bother your old slippers and your old aunt too! [aunt Julie goes out annoyed, followed by George, still thanking her warmly for the slippers; Hedda yawns; George comes back and places his old slippers reverently on the table.] Why, here comes Mrs. Elvsted—another early caller! She had irritating hair, and went about making a sensation with it—an old flame of yours, I've heard.