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 Tesman.

No, I don't think that would be possible. For the inspiration, you see

Hedda.

Yes, yes—I suppose it depends on that [Lightly.] But, by-the-bye—here is a letter for you.

Tesman.

Fancy!

Hedda.

[Handing it to him.] It came early this morning.

Tesman.

It's from Aunt Julia! What can it be? [He lays the packet on the other footstool, opens the letter, runs his eye through it, and jumps up.] Oh, Hedda—she says that poor Aunt Rina is dying!

Hedda.

Well, we were prepared for that.

Tesman.

And that if I want to see her again, I must make haste. I'll run in to them at once.

Hedda.

[Suppressing a smile.] Will you run?

Tesman.

Oh, my dearest Hedda—if you could only make up your mind to come with me! Just think!

Hedda. [Rises and says wearily, repelling the idea.] No,