[He goes through the inner room, out to the right.
Brack.
What bonnet were you talking about?
Hedda.
Oh, it was a little episode with Miss Tesman this morning. She had laid down her bonnet on the chair there—[Looks at him and smiles.]—and I pretended to think it was the servant’s.
Brack.
[Shaking his head.] Now my dear Mrs. Hedda, how could you do such a thing? To that excellent old lady, too!
Hedda.
[Nervously crossing the room.] Well, you see—these impulses come over me all of a sudden; and I cannot resist them. [Throws herself down in the easy-chair by the stove.] Oh, I don’t know how to explain it.
Brack.