This is exquisite! And you really cared not a rap about it all the time?
Hedda.
No, heaven knows I didn’t.
Brack.
But now? Now that we have made it so homelike for you?
Hedda.
Uh—the rooms all seem to smell of lavender and dried rose-leaves.—But perhaps it’s Aunt Julia that has brought that scent with her.
Brack.
[Laughing.] No, I think it must be a legacy from the late Mrs. Secretary Falk.
Hedda.