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 Tesman.

Why so?

Lövborg.

Because there is very little in it.

Tesman.

Just fancy—how can you say so?

Brack.

But it has been very much praised, I hear.

Lövborg.

That was what I wanted; so I put nothing into the book but what every one would agree with.

Brack.

Very wise of you.

Tesman.

Well but, my dear Eilert!

Lövborg.

For now I mean to win myself a position again—to make a fresh start.

Tesman.

[A little embarrassed.] Ah, that is what you wish to do? Eh?

Lövborg.

[Smiling, lays down his hat, and draws a packet, wrapped in paper, from his coat pocket.] But when this one appears, George Tesman, you will have to read it. For this is the real book—the book I have put my true self into.

Tesman.

Indeed? And what is it?