[Speaking loud and clear.] Yes, don’t you flatter yourself we will, Judge Brack? Now that you are the one cock in the basket——
[A shot is heard within. Tesman, Mrs. Elvsted, and Brack leap to their feet.
Tesman.
Oh, now she is playing with those pistols again.
[He throws back the curtains and runs in, followed by Mrs. Elvsted. Hedda lies stretched on the sofa, lifeless. Confusion and cries. Berta enters in alarm from the right.
Tesman.
[Shrieks to Brack.] Shot herself! Shot herself in the temple! Fancy that!
Brack.
[Half-fainting in the arm-chair.] Good God!—people don’t do such things.