Hedda.
[With an audible sigh.] Yes, that would be a relief indeed.
Brack.
[Hears the front door open, and glances in that direction.] The triangle is completed.
Hedda.
[Half aloud.] And on goes the train.
George Tesman, in a grey walking-suit, with a soft felt hat, enters from the hall. He has a number of unbound books under his arm and in his pockets.
Tesman.
[Goes up to the table beside the corner settee.] Ouf—what a load for a warm day—all these books. [Lays them on the table.] I’m positively perspiring, Hedda. Hallo—are you there already, my dear Judge? Eh? Berta didn’t tell me.
Brack.