Why, bless me—then Aunt Julia was right after all! Oh yes—I knew it! Hedda! Just fancy—Eilert Lövborg is not going to stand in our way!
Hedda.
[Curtly.] Our way? Pray leave me out of the question.
[She goes up towards the inner room, where Berta is placing a tray with decanters and glasses on the table. Hedda nods approval, and comes forward again. Berta goes out.
Tesman.
[At the same time.] And you, Judge Brack—what do you say to this? Eh?
Brack.
Well, I say that a moral victory—h’m—may be all very fine——
Tesman.
Yes, certainly. But all the same——