Judge Brack has come to call on Hedda while her husband is away from
HEDDA. [Looks down the garden, and calls:] So you are here again, Judge!
BRACK. [Is heard calling from a distance.] As you see, Mrs. Tesman!
HEDDA. [Raises the pistol and points.] Now I'll shoot you, Judge Brack!
BRACK. [Calling unseen.] No, no, no! Don't stand aiming at me!
HEDDA. This is what comes of sneaking in by the back way.(7) [She fires.
BRACK. [Nearer.] Are you out of your senses—!
HEDDA. Dear me—did I happen to hit you?
BRACK. [Still outside.] I wish you would let these pranks alone!
HEDDA. Come in then, Judge.
JUDGE BRACK, dressed as though for a men's party, enters by the glass door. He carries a light overcoat over his arm.
BRACK. What the deuce—haven't you tired of that sport, yet? What are you shooting at?
HEDDA. Oh, I am only firing in the air.
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