Don't you think Aunt Julia's manner was strange, dear? Almost solemn? Can you imagine what was the matter with her? Eh?
HEDDA.
I scarcely know her, you see. Is she not often like that?
TESMAN.
No, not as she was to-day.
HEDDA.
[Leaving the glass door.] Do you think she was annoyed about the bonnet?
TESMAN.
Oh, scarcely at all. Perhaps a little, just at the moment—
HEDDA.