[Quickly, whispering.] The parcel, Tesman!
[She snatches it up from the stool.
Tesman.
Yes, give it to me!
Hedda.
No, no, I will keep it till you come back.
[She goes to the writing-table and places it in the bookcase. Tesman stands in a flurry of haste, and cannot get his gloves on.
Judge Brack enters from the hall.
Hedda.
[Nodding to him.] You are an early bird, I must say.