George.
Capitally; we've made out the first two parts already. And really, Hedda, I do believe Mrs. Elvsted is inspiring me; I begin to feel it coming on. Fancy that!
Mrs. Elvsted.
Yes, goodness! Hedda, won't it be lovely if I can. I mean to try so hard!
Hedda.
Do, you dear little silly rabbit; and while you are trying I will go into the back drawing-room and lie down.
[She goes into the back room and draws the curtains. Short pause. Suddenly she is heard playing "The Bogie Man" within on the piano.
George.
But, dearest Hedda, don't play "The Bogie Man" this evening. As one of my aunts is dead, and poor old Lövborg has shot himself, it seems just a little pointed, eh?
Hedda.