HEDDA.

No no, not that! Tesman, please draw the curtains. That will give a
softer light.


TESMAN.

[At the door.] All right--all right.--There now, Hedda, now you have
both shade and fresh air.


HEDDA.

Yes, fresh air we certainly must have, with all these stacks of
flowers---. But--won't you sit down, Miss Tesman?


MISS TESMAN.

No, thank you. Now that I have seen that everything is all right
here--thank heaven!--I must be getting home again. My sister is
lying longing for me, poor thing.


TESMAN.

Give her my very best love, Auntie; and say I shall look in and see
her later in the day.