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 back to town—and that he went off with them. For we've heard enough about that gentleman before now.

Mrs. Elvsted.

Don't speak so loud. You will waken Mrs. Tesman.

Berta.

[Looks towards the sofa and sighs.] No, no—let her sleep, poor thing. Shan't I put some wood on the fire?

Mrs. Elvsted.

Thanks, not for me.

Berta.

Oh, very well.

[She goes softly out by the hall door.

Hedda.

[Is wakened by the shutting of the door, and looks up.] What's that?

Mrs. Elvsted.

It was only the servant

Hedda.

[Looking about her.] Oh, we're here! Yes, now I remember. [Sits erect upon the sofa, stretches herself, and rubs her eyes.] What o'clock is it, Thea?

Mrs. Elvsted.

[Looks at her watch.] It's past seven.

Hedda.

When did Tesman come home?