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 Tesman.

Yesterday! Fancy, how could they say that?

Mrs. Elvsted.

Oh, I am sure something terrible must have happened to him.

Tesman.

Hedda dear—how would it be if I were to go and make inquiries?

Hedda.

No, no—don't you mix yourself up in this affair.

Judge Brack, with his hat in his hand, enters by the hall door, which Berta opens, and closes behind him. He looks grave and bows in silence.

Tesman.

Oh, is that you, my dear Judge? Eh?

Brack.

Yes. It was imperative I should see you this evening.

Tesman.

I can see you have heard the news about Aunt Rina?

Brack.

Yes, that among other things.

Tesman.

Isn't it sad—eh?

Brack.

Well, my dear Tesman, that depends on how you look at it.