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 Mrs. Elvsted.

Oh, I couldn't make out anything clearly. Either they knew nothing definite, or else. They stopped talking when they saw me; and I did not dare to ask.

Tesman.

[Moving about uneasily.] We must hope—we must hope that you misunderstood them, Mrs. Elvsted.

Mrs. Elvsted.

No, no; I am sure it was of him they were talking. And I heard something about the hospital or

Tesman.

The hospital?

Hedda.

No—surely that cannot be!

Mrs. Elvsted.

Oh, I was in such mortal terror! I went to his lodgings and asked for him there.

Hedda.

You could make up your mind to that, Thea!

Mrs. Elvsted.

What else could I do? I really could bear the suspense no longer.

Tesman.

But you didn't find him either—eh?

Mrs. Elvsted.

No. And the people knew nothing about him. He hadn't been home since yesterday afternoon, they said.