Berta.
Did you want anything, ma’am?
Hedda.
Yes; you must put some more wood in the stove. I am shivering.
Berta.
Bless me—I’ll make up the fire at once. [She rakes the embers together and lays a piece of wood upon them; then stops and listens.] That was a ring at the front door, ma’am.
Hedda.
Then go to the door. I will look after the fire.
Berta.
It’ll soon burn up.