TESMAN.
Of course you don't notice it so much now that she has that dress on. But I, who can see—
HEDDA.
[At the glass door, impatiently.] Oh, you can't see anything.
TESMAN.
It must be the mountain air in the Tyrol—
HEDDA.
[Curtly, interrupting.] I am exactly as I was when I started.
TESMAN.
So you insist; but I'm quite certain you are not. Don't you agree with me, Auntie?