And is there no sort of little chink that we could hold a parley through?
Hedda.
You have forgotten to arrange one.
Brack.
That was another piece of stupidity.
Hedda.
Well, we must just settle down here—and wait. Tesman is not likely to be back for some time yet.
Brack.
Never mind; I shall not be impatient.
Hedda seats herself in the corner of the sofa. Brack lays his overcoat over the back of the nearest chair, and sits down, but keeps his hat in his hand. A short silence. They look at each other.