Hedda.
Thanks. But I am tired this evening. I will go in and lie down a little on the sofa.
Tesman.
Yes, do dear—eh?
[Hedda goes into the back room and draws the curtains. A short pause. Suddenly she is heard playing a wild dance on the piano.
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Starts from her chair.] Oh—what is that?
Tesman.
[Runs to the doorway.] Why, my dearest Hedda—don’t play dance-music to-night! Just think of Aunt Rina! And of Eilert too!
Hedda.