[Puts her head out between the curtains.] All right. I'll be quiet after this. I'm going to practise with the late General Gabler's pistol!
[Closes the curtains again; George gets behind the stove, Judge Brack under the table, and Mrs. Elvsted under the sofa. A shot is heard within.
George.
[Behind the stove.] Eh, look here, I tell you what—she's hit me! Think of that!
[His legs are visibly agitated for a short time. Another shot is heard.
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Under the sofa.] Oh, please, not me! Oh, goodness, now I can't inspire anybody any more. Oh!
[Her feet, which can be seen under the valance, quiver a little and then are suddenly still.
Brack.
[Vivaciously, from under the table.] I say, Mrs. Hedda, I'm coming in every evening—we will have great fun here togeth—— [Another shot is heard.] Bless me! to bring down the poor old cock-of-the-walk—it's unsportsmanlike!—people don't do such things as that!