I bought it on Hedda’s account.
Tesman.
On Hedda’s account? Eh?
Miss Tesman.
Yes, so that Hedda needn’t be ashamed of me if we happened to go out together.
Tesman.
[Patting her cheek.] You always think of everything, Aunt Julia. [Lays the bonnet on a chair beside the table.] And now, look here—suppose we sit comfortably on the sofa and have a little chat, till Hedda comes.
[They seat themselves. She places her parasol in the corner of the sofa.
Miss Tesman.
[Takes both his hands and looks at him.] What a delight it is to have you again, as large as life, before my very eyes, George! My George—my poor brother’s own boy!