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 Hedda.

Oh, some tiresome story. Only that they went and had coffee somewhere or other.

Brack.

I have heard about that coffee-party already. Eilert Lövborg was not with them, I fancy?

Hedda. No, they had taken him home before that.

Brack. Tesman too?

Hedda. No, but some of the others, he said.

Brack.

[Smiling.] George Tesman is really an ingenuous creature, Mrs. Hedda.

Hedda.

Yes, heaven knows he is. Then is there something behind all this?

Brack. Yes, perhaps there may be.

Hedda.

Well then, sit down, my dear Judge, and tell your story in comfort.

[She seats herself to the left of the table. Brack sits near her, at the long side of the table.

Hedda. Now then?