Complete Works of Henrik Ibsen (276 page)

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 Lovborg’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 today 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 the 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 Lovborg? 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.