The same rooms at the TESMANS'. It is evening. The drawing- room is in
darkness. The back room is light by the hanging lamp over the table. The
curtains over the glass door are drawn close.
HEDDA, dressed in black, walks to and fro in the dark room. Then she goes into
the back room and disappears for a moment to the left. She is heard to strike a
few chords on the piano. Presently she comes in sight again, and returns to the
BERTA enters from the right, through the inner room, with a lighted lamp, which
she places on the table in front of the corner settee in the drawing-room. Her
eyes are red with weeping, and she has black ribbons in her cap. She goes
quietly and circumspectly out to the right. HEDDA goes up to the glass door, lifts
the curtain a little aside, and looks out into the darkness.
Shortly afterwards, MISS TESMAN, in mourning, with a bonnet and veil on,
comes in from the hall. HEDDA goes towards her and holds out her hand.
Yes, Hedda, here I am, in mourning and forlorn; for now my poor sister has at
last found peace.
I have heard the news already, as you see. Tesman sent me a card.
Yes, he promised me he would. But nevertheless I thought that to Hedda--here in
the house of life--I ought myself to bring the tidings of death.
That was very kind of you.
Ah, Rina ought not to have left us just now. This is not the time for Hedda's
house to be a house of mourning.