Brack.
[Still outside.] I wish you would let these pranks alone!
Hedda.
Come in then, Judge.
Judge Brack, dressed as though for a men’s party, enters by the glass door. He carries a light overcoat over his arm.
Brack.
What the deuce—haven’t you tired of that sport, yet? What are you shooting at?
Hedda.
Oh, I am only firing in the air.
Brack.