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 Mrs. Elvsted.

Well, what do you think? Won't you tell me?

Hedda.

Why, of course it has been a very late affair at Judge Brack's

Mrs. Elvsted.

Yes, yes—that is clear enough. But all the same

Hedda.

And then, you see, Tesman hasn't cared to come home and ring us up in the middle of the night. [Laughing.] Perhaps he wasn't inclined to show himself either—immediately after a jollification.

Mrs. Elvsted.

But in that case—where can he have gone?

Hedda.

Of course he has gone to his Aunts' and slept there. They have his old room ready for him.

Mrs. Elvsted.

No, he can't be with them; for a letter has just come for him from Miss Tesman. There it lies.

Hedda.

Indeed? [Looks at the address.] Why yes, it's addressed in Aunt Julia's own hand. Well then, he has remained at Judge Brack's. And as for Eilert Lövborg—he is sitting, with vine leaves in his hair, reading his manuscript.