MISS TESMAN.
[Who has been gazing at her with folded hands.] Hedda is lovely— lovely—lovely. [Goes up to her, takes her head between both hands, draws it downwards, and kisses her hair.] God bless and preserve Hedda Tesman—for George's sake.
HEDDA.
[Gently freeing herself.] Oh—! Let me go.
MISS TESMAN.
[In quiet emotion.] I shall not let a day pass without coming to see you.
TESMAN.
No you won't, will you, Auntie? Eh?
MISS TESMAN.
Good-bye—good-bye!