[Drawing near to her.] And what is that, if I may ask?
Hedda.
[Stands looking out.] Boring myself to death. Now you know it. [Turns, looks towards the inner room, and laughs.] Yes, as I thought! Here comes the Professor.
Brack.
[Softly, in a tone of warning.] Come, come, come, Mrs. Hedda!
George Tesman, dressed for the party, with his gloves and hat in his hand, enters from the right through the inner room.
Tesman.
Hedda, has no message come from Eilert Lövborg? Eh?
Hedda.
No.