Hedda.
[Goes up the room.] Well, I shall have one thing at least to kill time with in the meanwhile.
Tesman.
[Beaming.] Oh thank heaven for that! What is it, Hedda? Eh?
Hedda.
[In the middle doorway, looks at him with covert scorn.] My pistols, George.
Tesman.
[In alarm.] Your pistols!
Hedda.
[With cold eyes.] General Gabler’s pistols.