between them, I suppose there are
plenty of other places where they could meet.

BRACK.

Not a single home. Henceforth, as before, every respectable house will
be closed against Eilert Lovborg.

HEDDA.

And so ought mine to be, you mean?

BRACK.

Yes. I confess it would be more than painful to me if this personage
were to be made free of your house. How superfluous, how intrusive, he
would be, if he were to force his way into--

HEDDA.

--into the triangle?

BRACK.

Precisely. It would simply mean that I should find myself homeless.

HEDDA.

[Looks at him with a smile.] So you want to be the one cock in the
basket(12)--that is your aim.

BRACK.

[Nods slowly and lowers his voice.] Yes, that is my aim. And for that I
will fight--with every weapon I can command.

HEDDA.

[Her smile vanishing.] I see you are a dangerous person--when it comes
to the point.

BRACK.

Do you think so?

HEDDA.

I am beginning to think so. And I am exceedingly glad to think--that you
have no sort of hold over me.

BRACK.

[Laughing equivocally.] Well well, Mrs. Hedda--perhaps you are right
there. If I had, who knows what I might be capable of?

HEDDA.

Come come now, Judge Brack! That sounds almost like a threat.

BRACK.

[Rising.] Oh, not at all! The triangle, you know, ought, if possible, to
be spontaneously constructed.

HEDDA.

There I agree with you.

BRACK.

Well, now I have said all I had to say; and I had better be getting back
to town. Good-bye, Mrs. Hedda. [He goes towards the glass door.

HEDDA.

[Rising.] Are you going through the garden?

BRACK.

Yes, it's a short cut for me.

HEDDA.

And then it is a back way, too.

BRACK.

Quite so. I have no objection to back ways. They may be piquant enough
at times.

HEDDA.

When there is ball practice going on, you mean?

BRACK.

[In the doorway, laughing to her.] Oh, people don't shoot their tame
poultry, I fancy.

HEDDA.

[Also laughing.] Oh no, when there is only one cock in the basket--

[They exchange laughing nods of farewell. He goes. She closes
the door behind him.

[HEDDA, who has become quite serious, stands for a moment
looking out. Presently she goes and peeps through the
curtain over the middle doorway. Then she goes to the
writing-table, takes LOVBORG'S packet out of the bookcase,
and is on the point of looking throu