I scarcely know her, you see. Is she not often like that?
Tesman.
No, not as she was to-day.
Hedda.
[Leaving the glass door.] Do you think she was annoyed about the bonnet?
Tesman.
Oh, scarcely at all. Perhaps a little, just at the moment——
Hedda.
But what an idea, to pitch her bonnet about in the drawing-room! No one does that sort of thing.
Tesman.