Part 5
Who knows? [_With a slight smile._] I hear they have reclaimed him up at Sheriff Elvsted’s——
BRACK.
And then this book that he has published——
TESMAN.
Well well, I hope to goodness they may find something for him to do. I have just written to him. I asked him to come and see us this evening, Hedda dear.
BRACK.
But my dear fellow, you are booked for my bachelors’ party this evening. You promised on the pier last night.
HEDDA.
Had you forgotten, Tesman?
TESMAN.
Yes, I had utterly forgotten.
BRACK.
But it doesn’t matter, for you may be sure he won’t come.
TESMAN.
What makes you think that? Eh?
BRACK.
[_With a little hesitation, rising and resting his hands on the back of his chair._] My dear Tesman—and you too, Mrs. Tesman—I think I ought not to keep you in the dark about something that—that——
TESMAN.
That concerns Eilert——?
BRACK.
Both you and him.
TESMAN.
Well, my dear Judge, out with it.
BRACK.
You must be prepared to find your appointment deferred longer than you desired or expected.
TESMAN.
[_Jumping up uneasily._] Is there some hitch about it? Eh?
BRACK.
The nomination may perhaps be made conditional on the result of a competition——
TESMAN.
Competition! Think of that, Hedda!
HEDDA.
[_Leans further back in the chair._] Aha—aha!
TESMAN.
But who can my competitor be? Surely not——?
BRACK.
Yes, precisely—Eilert Lövborg.
TESMAN.
[_Clasping his hands._] No, no—it’s quite inconceivable! Quite impossible! Eh?
BRACK.
H’m—that is what it may come to, all the same.
TESMAN.
Well but, Judge Brack—it would show the most incredible lack of consideration for me. [_Gesticulates with his arms._] For—just think—I’m a married man! We have married on the strength of these prospects, Hedda and I; and run deep into debt; and borrowed money from Aunt Julia too. Good heavens, they had as good as promised me the appointment. Eh?
BRACK.
Well, well, well—no doubt you will get it in the end; only after a contest.
HEDDA.
[_Immovable in her arm-chair._] Fancy, Tesman, there will be a sort of sporting interest in that.
TESMAN.
Why, my dearest Hedda, how can you be so indifferent about it?
HEDDA.
[_As before._] I am not at all indifferent. I am most eager to see who wins.
BRACK.
In any case, Mrs. Tesman, it is best that you should know how matters stand. I mean—before you set about the little purchases I hear you are threatening.
HEDDA.
This can make no difference.
BRACK.
Indeed! Then I have no more to say. Good-bye! [_To TESMAN._] I shall look in on my way back from my afternoon walk, and take you home with me.
TESMAN.
Oh yes; yes—your news has quite upset me.
HEDDA.
[_Reclining, holds out her hand._] Good-bye, Judge; and be sure you call in the afternoon.
BRACK.
Many thanks. Good-bye, good-bye!
TESMAN.
[_Accompanying him to the door._] Good-bye my dear Judge! You must really excuse me——
[_JUDGE BRACK goes out by the hall door._
TESMAN.
[_Crosses the room._] Oh Hedda—one should never rush into adventures. Eh?
HEDDA.
[_Looks at him, smiling._] Do _you_ do _that_?
TESMAN.
Yes, dear—there is no denying—it was adventurous to go and marry and set up house upon mere expectations.
HEDDA.
Perhaps you are right there.
TESMAN.
Well—at all events, we have our delightful home, Hedda! Fancy, the home we both dreamed of—the home we were in love with, I may almost say. Eh?
HEDDA.
[_Rising slowly and wearily._] It was part of our compact that we were to go into society—to keep open house.
TESMAN.
Yes, if you only knew how I had been looking forward to it! Fancy—to see you as hostess—in a select circle! Eh? Well, well, well—for the present we shall have to get on without society, Hedda—only to invite Aunt Julia now and then.—Oh, I intended you to lead such an utterly different life, dear——!
HEDDA.
Of course I cannot have my man in livery just yet.
TESMAN.
Oh no, unfortunately. It would be out of the question for us to keep a footman, you know.
HEDDA.
And the saddle-horse I was to have had——
TESMAN.
[_Aghast._] The saddle-horse!
HEDDA.
——I suppose I must not think of that now.
TESMAN.
Good heavens, no!—that’s as clear as daylight.
HEDDA.
[_Goes up the room._] Well, I shall have one thing at least to kill time with in the meanwhile.
TESMAN.
[_Beaming._] Oh thank heaven for that! What is it, Hedda? Eh?
HEDDA.
[_In the middle doorway, looks at him with covert scorn._] My pistols, George.
TESMAN.
[_In alarm._] Your pistols!
HEDDA.
[_With cold eyes._] General Gabler’s pistols.
[_She goes out through the inner room, to the left._
TESMAN.
[_Rushes up to the middle doorway and calls after her_:] No, for heaven’s sake, Hedda darling—don’t touch those dangerous things! For my sake, Hedda! Eh?
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Footnote 11:
Tesman, whose Christian name in the original is “Jörgen,” is described as “stipendiat i kulturhistorie”—that is to say, the holder of a scholarship for purposes of research into the History of Civilisation.
Footnote 12:
In the original “Assessor.”
ACT SECOND
_The room at the_ TESMANS’ _as in the first Act, except that the piano has been removed, and an elegant little writing-table with book-shelves put in its place. A smaller table stands near the sofa on the left. Most of the bouquets have been taken away._ MRS. ELVSTED’S _bouquet is upon the large table in front.—It is afternoon._
HEDDA, _dressed to receive callers, is alone in the room. She stands by the open glass door, loading a revolver. The fellow to it lies in an open pistol-case on the writing-table._
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.[19] [_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.
BRACK.
[_Gently takes the pistol out of her hand._] Allow me, madam! [_Looks at it._] Ah—I know this pistol well! [_Looks around._] Where is the case? Ah, here it is. [_Lays the pistol in it, and shuts it._] Now we won’t play at that game any more to-day.
HEDDA.
Then what in heaven’s name would you have me do with myself?
BRACK.
Have you had no visitors?
HEDDA.
[_Closing the glass door._] Not one. I suppose all our set are still out of town.
BRACK.
And is Tesman not at home either?
HEDDA.
[_At the writing-table, putting the pistol-case in a drawer which she shuts._] No. He rushed off to his aunt’s directly after lunch; he didn’t expect you so early.
BRACK.
H’m—how stupid of me not to have thought of that!
HEDDA.
[_Turning her head to look at him._] Why stupid?
BRACK.
Because if I had thought of it I should have come a little—earlier.
HEDDA.
[_Crossing the room._] Then you would have found no one to receive you; for I have been in my room changing my dress ever since lunch.
BRACK.
And is there no sort of little chink that we could hold a parley through?
HEDDA.
You have forgotten to arrange one.
BRACK.
That was another piece of stupidity.
HEDDA.
Well, we must just settle down here—and wait. Tesman is not likely to be back for some time yet.
BRACK.
Never mind; I shall not be impatient.
HEDDA _seats herself in the corner of the sofa._ BRACK _lays his overcoat over the back of the nearest chair, and sits down, but keeps his hat in his hand. A short silence. They look at each other._
HEDDA.
Well?
BRACK.
[_In the same tone._] Well?
HEDDA.
I spoke first.
BRACK.
[_Bending a little forward._] Come, let us have a cosy little chat, Mrs. Hedda.[20]
HEDDA.
[_Leaning further back in the sofa._] Does it not seem like a whole eternity since our last talk? Of course I don’t count those few words yesterday evening and this morning.
BRACK.
You mean since our last confidential talk? Our last _tête-à-tête_?
HEDDA.
Well yes—since you put it so.
BRACK.
Not a day has passed but I have wished that you were home again.
HEDDA.
And I have done nothing but wish the same thing.
BRACK.
You? Really, Mrs. Hedda? And I thought you had been enjoying your tour so much!
HEDDA.
Oh yes, you may be sure of that!
BRACK.
But Tesman’s letters spoke of nothing but happiness.
HEDDA.
Oh, _Tesman_! You see, he thinks nothing so delightful as grubbing in libraries and making copies of old parchments, or whatever you call them.
BRACK.
[_With a spice of malice._] Well, that is his vocation in life—or part of it at any rate.
HEDDA.
Yes, of course; and no doubt when it’s your vocation——. But _I_! Oh, my dear Mr. Brack, how mortally bored I have been.
BRACK.
[_Sympathetically._] Do you really say so? In downright earnest?
HEDDA.
Yes, you can surely understand it——! To go for six whole months without meeting a soul that knew anything of our circle, or could talk about the things we are interested in.
BRACK.
Yes, yes—I too should feel that a deprivation.
HEDDA.
And then, what I found most intolerable of all——
BRACK.
Well?
HEDDA.
——was being everlastingly in the company of—one and the same person——
BRACK.
[_With a nod of assent._] Morning, noon, and night, yes—at all possible times and seasons.
HEDDA.
I said “everlastingly.”
BRACK.
Just so. But I should have thought, with our excellent Tesman, one could——
HEDDA.
Tesman is—a specialist, my dear Judge.
BRACK.
Undeniably.
HEDDA.
And specialists are not at all amusing to travel with. Not in the long run at any rate.
BRACK.
Not even—the specialist one happens to _love_?
HEDDA.
Faugh—don’t use that sickening word!
BRACK.
[_Taken aback._] What do you say, Mrs. Hedda?
HEDDA.
[_Half laughing, half irritated._] You should just try it! To hear of nothing but the history of civilisation, morning, noon, and night——
BRACK.
Everlastingly.
HEDDA.
Yes, yes, yes! And then all this about the domestic industry of the middle ages——! That’s the most disgusting part of it!
BRACK.
[_Looks searchingly at her._] But tell me—in that case, how am I to understand your——? H’m——
HEDDA.
My accepting George Tesman, you mean?
BRACK.
Well, let us put it so.
HEDDA.
Good heavens, do you see anything so wonderful in that?
BRACK.
Yes and no—Mrs. Hedda.
HEDDA.
I had positively danced myself tired, my dear Judge. My day was done—— [_With a slight shudder._] Oh no—I won’t say that; nor think it either!
BRACK.
You have assuredly no reason to.
HEDDA.
Oh, reasons—— [_Watching him closely._] And George Tesman—after all, you must admit that he is correctness itself.
BRACK.
His correctness and respectability are beyond all question.
HEDDA.
And I don’t see anything absolutely ridiculous about him.—Do you?
BRACK.
Ridiculous? N—no—I shouldn’t exactly say so——
HEDDA.
Well—and his powers of research, at all events, are untiring.—I see no reason why he should not one day come to the front, after all.
BRACK.
[_Looks at her hesitatingly._] I thought that you, like every one else, expected him to attain the highest distinction.
HEDDA.
[_With an expression of fatigue._] Yes, so I did.—And then, since he was bent, at all hazards, on being allowed to provide for me—I really don’t know why I should not have accepted his offer?
BRACK.
No—if you look at it in _that_ light——
HEDDA.
It was more than my other adorers were prepared to do for me, my dear Judge.
BRACK.
[_Laughing._] Well, I can’t answer for all the rest; but as for myself, you know quite well that I have always entertained a—a certain respect for the marriage tie—for marriage as an institution, Mrs. Hedda.
HEDDA.
[_Jestingly._] Oh, I assure you I have never cherished any hopes with respect to you.
BRACK.
All I require is a pleasant and intimate interior, where I can make myself useful in every way, and am free to come and go as—as a trusted friend——
HEDDA.
Of the master of the house, do you mean?
BRACK.
[_Bowing._] Frankly—of the mistress first of all; but of course of the master too, in the second place. Such a triangular friendship—if I may call it so—is really a great convenience for all parties, let me tell you.
HEDDA.
Yes, I have many a time longed for some one to make a third on our travels. Oh—those railway-carriage _tête-à-têtes_——!
BRACK.
Fortunately your wedding journey is over now.
HEDDA.
[_Shaking her head._] Not by a long—long way. I have only arrived at a station on the line.
BRACK.
Well, then the passengers jump out and move about a little, Mrs. Hedda.
HEDDA.
I never jump out.
BRACK.
Really?
HEDDA.
No—because there is always some one standing by to——
BRACK.
[_Laughing._] To look at your ankles, do you mean?
HEDDA.
Precisely.
BRACK.
Well but, dear me——
HEDDA.
[_With a gesture of repulsion._] I won’t have it. I would rather keep my seat where I happen to be—and continue the _tête-à-tête_.
BRACK.
But suppose a third person were to jump in and join the couple.
HEDDA.
Ah—that is quite another matter.
BRACK.
A trusted, sympathetic friend——
HEDDA.
——with a fund of conversation on all sorts of lively topics——
BRACK.
——and not the least bit of a specialist!
HEDDA.
[_With an audible sigh._] Yes, that would be a relief indeed.
BRACK.
[_Hears the front door open, and glances in that direction._] The triangle is completed.
HEDDA.
[_Half aloud._] And on goes the train.
GEORGE TESMAN, _in a grey walking-suit, with a soft felt hat, enters from the hall. He has a number of unbound books under his arm and in his pockets._
TESMAN.
[_Goes up to the table beside the corner settee._] Ouf—what a load for a warm day—all these books. [_Lays them on the table._] I’m positively perspiring, Hedda. Hallo—are you there already, my dear Judge? Eh? Berta didn’t tell me.
BRACK.
[_Rising._] I came in through the garden.
HEDDA.
What books have you got there?
TESMAN.
[_Stands looking them through._] Some new books on my special subjects—quite indispensable to me.
HEDDA.
Your special subjects?
BRACK.
Yes, books on his special subjects, Mrs. Tesman.
[_BRACK and HEDDA exchange a confidential smile._
HEDDA.
Do you need still more books on your special subjects?
TESMAN.
Yes, my dear Hedda, one can never have too many of them. Of course one must keep up with all that is written and published.
HEDDA.
Yes, I suppose one must.
TESMAN.
[_Searching among his books._] And look here—I have got hold of Eilert Lövborg’s new book too. [_Offering it to her._] Perhaps you would like to glance through it, Hedda? Eh?
HEDDA.
No, thank you. Or rather—afterwards perhaps.
TESMAN.
I looked into it a little on the way home.
BRACK.
Well, what do you think of it—as a specialist?
TESMAN.
I think it shows quite remarkable soundness of judgment. He never wrote like that before. [_Putting the books together._] Now I shall take all these into my study. I’m longing to cut the leaves——! And then I must change my clothes. [_To BRACK._] I suppose we needn’t start just yet? Eh?
BRACK.
Oh, dear no—there is not the slightest hurry.
TESMAN.
Well then, I will take my time. [_Is going with his books, but stops in the doorway and turns._] By-the-bye, Hedda—Aunt Julia is not coming this evening.
HEDDA.
Not coming? Is it that affair of the bonnet that keeps her away?
TESMAN.
Oh, not at all. How could you think such a thing of Aunt Julia? Just fancy——! The fact is, Aunt Rina is very ill.
HEDDA.
She always is.
TESMAN.
Yes, but to-day she is much worse than usual, poor dear.
HEDDA.
Oh, then it’s only natural that her sister should remain with her. I must bear my disappointment.
TESMAN.
And you can’t imagine, dear, how delighted Aunt Julia seemed to be—because you had come home looking so flourishing!
HEDDA.
[_Half aloud, rising._] Oh, those everlasting Aunts!
TESMAN.
What?
HEDDA.
[_Going to the glass door._] Nothing.
TESMAN.
Oh, all right.
[_He goes through the inner room, out to the right._
BRACK.
What bonnet were you talking about?
HEDDA.
Oh, it was a little episode with Miss Tesman this morning. She had laid down her bonnet on the chair there—[_Looks at him and smiles._]—and I pretended to think it was the servant’s.
BRACK.
[_Shaking his head._] Now my dear Mrs. Hedda, how could you do such a thing? To that excellent old lady, too!
HEDDA.
[_Nervously crossing the room._] Well, you see—these impulses come over me all of a sudden; and I _cannot_ resist them. [_Throws herself down in the easy-chair by the stove._] Oh, I don’t know how to explain it.
BRACK.
[_Behind the easy-chair._] You are not really happy—that is at the bottom of it.
HEDDA.
[_Looking straight before her._] I know of no reason why I should be—happy. Perhaps you can give me one?
BRACK.
Well—amongst other things, because you have got exactly the home you had set your heart on.
HEDDA.
[_Looks up at him and laughs._] Do you too believe in that legend?
BRACK.
Is there nothing in it, then?
HEDDA.
Oh yes, there is _something_ in it.
BRACK.
Well?
HEDDA.
There is _this_ in it, that I made use of Tesman to see me home from evening parties last summer——
BRACK.
I, unfortunately, had to go quite a different way.
HEDDA.
That’s true. I know you were going a different way last summer.
BRACK.
[_Laughing._] Oh fie, Mrs. Hedda! Well, then—you and Tesman——?
HEDDA.
Well, we happened to pass here one evening; Tesman, poor fellow, was writhing in the agony of having to find conversation; so I took pity on the learned man——
BRACK.
[_Smiles doubtfully._] _You_ took pity? H’m——
HEDDA.
Yes, I really did. And so—to help him out of his torment—I happened to say, in pure thoughtlessness, that I should like to live in this villa.
BRACK.
No more than that?
HEDDA.
Not _that_ evening.
BRACK.
But afterwards?
HEDDA.
Yes, my thoughtlessness had consequences, my dear Judge.
BRACK.
Unfortunately that too often happens, Mrs. Hedda.
HEDDA.
Thanks! So you see it was this enthusiasm for Secretary Falk’s villa that first constituted a bond of sympathy between George Tesman and me. From _that_ came our engagement and our marriage, and our wedding journey, and all the rest of it. Well, well, my dear Judge—as you make your bed so you must lie, I could almost say.
BRACK.
This is exquisite! And you really cared not a rap about it all the time?
HEDDA.
No, heaven knows I didn’t.
BRACK.
But now? Now that we have made it so homelike for you?
HEDDA.
Uh—the rooms all seem to smell of lavender and dried rose-leaves.—But perhaps it’s Aunt Julia that has brought that scent with her.
BRACK.
[_Laughing._] No, I think it must be a legacy from the late Mrs. Secretary Falk.
HEDDA.
Yes, there is an odour of mortality about it. It reminds me of a bouquet—the day after the ball. [_Clasps her hands behind her head, leans back in her chair and looks at him._] Oh, my dear Judge—you cannot imagine how horribly I shall bore myself here.
BRACK.
Why should not you, too, find some sort of vocation in life, Mrs. Hedda?
HEDDA.
A vocation—that should attract me?
BRACK.
If possible, of course.
HEDDA.
Heaven knows what sort of a vocation that could be. I often wonder whether——[_Breaking off._] But that would never do either.
BRACK.
Who can tell? Let me hear what it is.
HEDDA.
Whether I might not get Tesman to go into politics, I mean.
BRACK.
[_Laughing._] Tesman? No really now, political life is not the thing for him—not at all in his line.
HEDDA.
No, I daresay not.—But if I could get him into it all the same?
BRACK.
Why—what satisfaction could you find in that? If he is not fitted for that sort of thing, why should you want to drive him into it?
HEDDA.
Because I am bored, I tell you! [_After a pause._] So you think it quite out of the question that Tesman should ever get into the ministry?
BRACK.
H’m—you see, my dear Mrs. Hedda—to get into the ministry, he would have to be a tolerably rich man.
HEDDA.
[_Rising impatiently._] Yes, there we have it! It is this genteel poverty I have managed to drop into——! [_Crosses the room._] That is what makes life so pitiable! So utterly ludicrous!—For that’s what it is.
BRACK.
Now _I_ should say the fault lay elsewhere.
HEDDA.
Where, then?
BRACK.
You have never gone through any really stimulating experience.
HEDDA.
Anything serious, you mean?
BRACK.
Yes, you may call it so. But now you may perhaps have one in store.
HEDDA.
[_Tossing her head._] Oh, you’re thinking of the annoyances about this wretched professorship! But that must be Tesman’s own affair. I assure you I shall not waste a thought upon it.
BRACK.
No, no, I daresay not. But suppose now that what people call—in elegant language—a solemn responsibility were to come upon you? [_Smiling._] A new responsibility, Mrs. Hedda?
HEDDA.
[_Angrily._] Be quiet! Nothing of that sort will ever happen!
BRACK.
[_Warily._] We will speak of this again a year hence—at the very outside.
HEDDA.
[_Curtly._] I have no turn for anything of the sort, Judge Brack. No responsibilities for me!
BRACK.
Are you so unlike the generality of women as to have no turn for duties which——?
HEDDA.
[_Beside the glass door._] Oh, be quiet, I tell you!—I often think there is only one thing in the world I have any turn for.
BRACK.
[_Drawing near to her._] And what is that, if I may ask?
HEDDA.
[_Stands looking out._] Boring myself to death. Now you know it. [_Turns, looks towards the inner room, and laughs._] Yes, as I thought! Here comes the Professor.
BRACK.
[_Softly, in a tone of warning._] Come, come, come, Mrs. Hedda!
GEORGE TESMAN, _dressed for the party, with his gloves and hat in his hand, enters from the right through the inner room._
TESMAN.
Hedda, has no message come from Eilert Lövborg? Eh?
HEDDA.
No.
TESMAN.
Then you’ll see he’ll be here presently.
BRACK.
Do you really think he will come?
TESMAN.
Yes, I am almost sure of it. For what you were telling us this morning must have been a mere floating rumour.
BRACK.
You think so?
TESMAN.
At any rate, Aunt Julia said she did not believe for a moment that he would ever stand in my way again. Fancy that!
BRACK.
Well then, that’s all right.
TESMAN.
[_Placing his hat and gloves on a chair on the right._] Yes, but you must really let me wait for him as long as possible.
BRACK.
We have plenty of time yet. None of my guests will arrive before seven or half-past.
TESMAN.
Then meanwhile we can keep Hedda company, and see what happens. Eh?
HEDDA.
[_Placing BRACK’S hat and overcoat upon the corner settee._] And at the worst Mr. Lövborg can remain here with me.
BRACK.
[_Offering to take his things._] Oh, allow me, Mrs. Tesman!—What do you mean by ”At the worst“?
HEDDA.
If he won’t go with you and Tesman.
TESMAN.
[_Looks dubiously at her._] But, Hedda dear—do you think it would quite do for him to remain with you? Eh? Remember, Aunt Julia can’t come.
HEDDA.
No, but Mrs. Elvsted is coming. We three can have a cup of tea together.
TESMAN.
Oh yes, _that_ will be all right.
BRACK.