[She goes out by the hall door.
[Hedda kneels on the foot-rest and lays some more pieces of wood in the stove.
After a short pause, George Tesman enters from the hall. He looks tired and rather serious. He steals on tiptoe towards the middle doorway and is about to slip through the curtains.
Hedda.
[At the stove, without looking up.] Good morning.
Tesman.
[Turns.] Hedda! [Approaching her.] Good heavens—are you up so early? Eh?
Hedda.
Yes, I am up very early this morning.
Tesman.