[Still outside.] I wish you would let these pranks alone!
HEDDA.
Come in then, Judge.
JUDGE BRACK, dressed as though for a men's party, enters by
the glass door. He carries a light overcoat over his arm.
BRACK.
What the deuce—haven't you tired of that sport, yet? What are you shooting at?
HEDDA.
Oh, I am only firing in the air.
BRACK.
[Gently takes the pistol out of her hand.] Allow me, madam! [Looks at it.] Ah—I know this pistol well! [Looks around.] Where is the case? Ah, here it is. [Lays the pistol in it, and shuts it.] Now we won't play at that game any more to-day.