[Goes up the room.] Well, I shall have one thing at least to kill time with in the meanwhile.
[Beaming.] Oh thank heaven for that! What is it, Hedda. Eh?
[In the middle doorway, looks at him with covert scorn.] My pistols, George.
[In alarm.] Your pistols!
[With cold eyes.] General Gabler's pistols. [She goes out through the inner room, to the left.] (1.500-4)
Not even—the specialist one happens to love?
HEDDA Faugh—don't use that sickening word! (2.54-5)
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! (2.65)