Miss Tesman.
[Who has stopped and turned.] Filled out?
Tesman.
Of course you don't notice it so much now that she has that dress on. But I, who can see
Hedda.
[At the glass door, impatiently.] Oh, you can't see anything.
Tesman.
It must be the mountain air in the Tyrol
Hedda.
[Curtly, interrupting.] I am exactly as I was when I started.
Tesman.
So you insist; but I'm quite certain you are not. Don't you agree with me, Auntie?
Miss Tesman.
[Who has been gazing at her with folded hands.] Hedda is lovely—lovely—lovely. [Goes up to her, takes her head between both hands, draws it downwards, and kisses her hair.] God bless and preserve Hedda Tesman—for George's sake.
Hedda.
[Gently freeing herself.] Oh—! Let me go.
Miss Tesman.
[In quiet emotion.] I shall not let a day pass without coming to see you.
Tesman.
No you won't, will you, Auntie? Eh?
