Hedda.
No—because there is always some one standing by to——
Brack.
[Laughing.] To look at your ankles, do you mean?
Hedda.
Precisely.
Brack.
Well but, dear me——
Hedda.
[With a gesture of repulsion.] I won’t have it. I would rather keep my seat where I happen to be—and continue the tête-à-tête.