Because I am bored, I tell you! [After a pause.] So you think it quite out of the question that Tesman should ever get into the ministry?
Brack.
H’m—you see, my dear Mrs. Hedda—to get into the ministry, he would have to be a tolerably rich man.
Hedda.
[Rising impatiently.] Yes, there we have it! It is this genteel poverty I have managed to drop into——! [Crosses the room.] That is what makes life so pitiable! So utterly ludicrous!—For that’s what it is.
Brack.
Now I should say the fault lay elsewhere.
Hedda.
Where, then?
Brack.