Lövborg was found shot in—in Mademoiselle Diana's boudoir.
Hedda.
[Makes a motion as if to rise, but sinks back again.] That is impossible, Judge Brack! He cannot have been there again to-day.
Brack.
He was there this afternoon. He went there, he said, to demand the return of something which they had taken from him. Talked wildly about a lost child
Hedda.
Ah—so that was why
Brack.
I thought probably he meant his manuscript; but now I hear he destroyed that himself. So I suppose it must have been his pocket-book.
Hedda.
Yes, no doubt. And there—there he was found?
Brack.
Yes, there. With a pistol in his breast-pocket, discharged. The ball had lodged in a vital part.
Hedda. In the breast—yes.
Brack. No—in the bowels.
Hedda.
[Looks up at him with an expression of loathing.] That too! Oh, what curse is it that makes everything I touch turn ludicrous and mean?
