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.
