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 Hedda.

[Stands looking out.] Boring myself to death. Now you know it. [Turns, looks towards the inner room, and laughs.] Yes, as I thought! Here comes the Professor.

Brack.

[Softly, in a tone of warning.] Come, come, come, Mrs. Hedda!

George Tesman, dressed for the party, with his gloves and hat in his hand, enters from the right through the inner room.

Tesman.

Hedda, has no message come from Eilert Lövborg? Eh?

Hedda.

No.

Tesman.

Then you'll see he'll be here presently.

Brack.

Do you really think he will come?

Tesman.

Yes, I am almost sure of it. For what you were telling us this morning must have been a mere floating rumour.

Brack.

You think so?

Tesman.

At any rate, Aunt Julia said she did not believe for a moment that he would ever stand in my way again. Fancy that!