[She goes up towards the inner room, where BERTA is placing a
tray with decanters and glasses on the table. HEDDA nods
approval, and comes forward again. BERTA goes out.
TESMAN.
[At the same time.] And you, Judge Brack—what do you say to this? Eh?
BRACK.
Well, I say that a moral victory—h'm—may be all very fine—
TESMAN.
Yes, certainly. But all the same—
HEDDA.
[Looking at TESMAN with a cold smile.] You stand there looking as if you were thunderstruck—
TESMAN.