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 Hedda. Not in the temple?

Brack. In the breast, Mrs. Tesman.

Hedda. Well, well—the breast is a good place, too.

Brack. How do you mean, Mrs. Tesman?

Hedda. [Evasively.] Oh, nothing—nothing.

Tesman. And the wound is dangerous, you say—eh?

Brack.

Absolutely mortal. The end has probably come by this time.

Mrs. Elvsted. Yes, yes, I feel it. The end! The end! Oh, Hedda!

Tesman.

But tell me, how have you learnt all this?

Brack.

[Curtly.] Through one of the police. A man I had some business with.

Hedda. [In a clear voice.] At last a deed worth doing!

Tesman.

[Terrified.] Good heavens, Hedda! what are you saying?