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 Mrs. Elvsted.

[Quickly, holding out her hand.] A letter! Give it to me!

Berta.

No, it's for Dr. Tesman, ma'am.

Mrs. Elvsted. Oh, indeed.

Berta.

It was Miss Tesman's servant that brought it. I'll lay it here on the table.

Mrs. Elvsted. Yes, do.

Berta.

[Laying down the letter.] I think I had better put out the lamp. It's smoking.

Mrs. Elvsted.

Yes, put it out. It must soon be daylight now.

Berta.

[Putting out the lamp.] It is daylight already, ma'am.

Mrs. Elvsted.

Yes, broad day! And no one come back yet!

Berta.

Lord bless you, ma'am—I guessed how it would be.

Mrs. Elvsted. You guessed?

Berta. Yes, when I saw that a certain person had come