BRACK.
[Bends over her and whispers.] No, Hedda Gabler—not so long as I say nothing.
HEDDA.
[Looks frightened at him.] And if you do not say nothing,—what then?
BRACK.
[Shrugs his shoulders.] There is always the possibility that the pistol was stolen.
HEDDA.
[Firmly.] Death rather than that.
BRACK.
[Smiling.] People say such things—but they don't do them.