No—in the bowels.
Hedda.
[Looks up at him with an expression of loathing.] That too! Oh, what curse is it that makes everything I touch turn ludicrous and mean?
Brack.
There is one point more, Mrs. Hedda—another disagreeable feature in the affair.
Hedda.
And what is that?
Brack.
The pistol he carried——
Hedda.