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 Tesman.

[Goes up to him and shakes him warmly by the hand.] Well, my dear Eilert—so at last we meet again!

Eilert Lövborg.

[Speaks in a subdued voice.] Thanks for your letter, Tesman. [Approaching Hedda.] Will you too shake hands with me, Mrs. Tesman?

Hedda.

[Taking his hand.] I am glad to see you, Mr. Lövborg. [With a motion of her hand.] I don't know whether you two gentlemen?

Lövborg.

[Bowing slightly.] Judge Brack, I think.

Brack.

[Doing likewise.] Oh yes,—in the old days

Tesman.

[To Lövborg, with his hands on his shoulders.] And now you must make yourself entirely at home, Eilert! Musn't he, Hedda?—For I hear you are going to settle in town again? Eh?

Lövborg.

Yes, I am.

Tesman.

Quite right, quite right. Let me tell you, I have got hold of your new book; but I haven't had time to read it yet.

Lövborg.

You may spare yourself the trouble.