Give her my very best love, Auntie; and say I shall look in and see her later in the day.

Yes, yes, I'll be sure to tell her. But by-the-bye, George—[Feeling in her dress pocket]—I had almost forgotten—I have something for you here.

What is it, Auntie? Eh?

[Produces a flat parcel wrapped in newspaper and hands it to him.] Look here, my dear boy.

[Opening the parcel.] Well, I declare!—Have you really saved them for me, Aunt Julia! Hedda! isn't this touching—eh?

[Beside the whatnot on the right.] Well, what is it?

My old morning-shoes! My slippers.

Indeed. I remember you often spoke of them while we were abroad.

Yes, I missed them terribly. [Goes up to her.] Now you shall see them, Hedda!

[Going towards the stove.] Thanks, I really don't care about it.

[Following her.] Only think—ill as she was, Aunt Rina embroidered these for me. Oh you can't think how many associations cling to them.

[At the table.] Scarcely for me.

Of course not for Hedda, George.

Well, but now that she belongs to the family, I thought—

[Interrupting.] We shall never get on with this servant, Tesman.

Not get on with Berta?

Why, dear, what puts that in your head? Eh?

[Pointing.] Look there! She has left her old bonnet lying abou