Lövborg.
But I shall wait till you have received your appointment.
Tesman.
Will you wait? Yes but—yes but—are you not going to compete with me? Eh?
Lövborg.
No; it is only the moral victory I care for.
Tesman.
Why, bless me—then Aunt Julia was right after all! Oh yes—I knew it! Hedda! Just fancy—Eilert Lövborg is not going to stand in our way!
Hedda.
[Curtly.] Our way? Pray leave me out of the question.
[She goes up towards the inner room, where Berta is placing a tray with decanters and glasses on the table. Hedda nods approval, and comes forward again. Berta goes out.
Tesman.
[At the same time.] And you, Judge Brack—what do you say to this? Eh?
Brack.
Well, I say that a moral victory—h'm—may be all very fine
Tesman.
Yes, certainly. But all the same
Hedda.
[Looking at Tesman with a cold smile.] You
