George.
[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?
Hedda.
[Crosses the floor.] Not while I have one thing to amuse myself with, at all events.
George.
[Beaming with joy.] Oh, Heaven be praised and thanked for that! My goodness, so you have! And what may that be, Hedda, eh?
Hedda.
[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!
George.
[In an agony.] The pistols! Oh, my goodness! what pistols?