My old morning-shoes! My slippers.
Hedda.
Indeed. I remember you often spoke of them while we were abroad.
Tesman.
Yes, I missed them terribly. [Goes up to her.] Now you shall see them, Hedda!
Hedda.
[Going towards the stove.] Thanks, I really don’t care about it.
Tesman.
[Following her.] Only think—ill as she was, Aunt Rina embroidered these for me. Oh you can’t think how many associations cling to them.
Hedda.