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 Hedda.

[Involuntarily.] So soon then

Mrs. Elvsted.

[Wailing.] And we parted in anger, Hedda!

Hedda.

[Whispers.] Thea—Thea—be careful!

Mrs. Elvsted.

[Not heeding her.] I must go to him! I must see him alive!

Brack.

It is useless, Madam. No one will be admitted.

Mrs. Elvsted.

Oh, at least tell me what has happened to him? What is it?

Tesman.

You don't mean to say that he has himselfEh?

Hedda.

Yes, I am sure he has.

Tesman.

Hedda, how can you?

Brack.

[Keeping his eyes fixed upon her.] Unfortunately you have guessed quite correctly, Mrs. Tesman.

Mrs. Elvsted.

Oh, how horrible!

Tesman.

Himself, then! Fancy that!