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 Mrs. Elvsted.

Yes, I am. And I don't know another living creature here that I can turn to.

Hedda.

[Laying the bouquet on the table.] Come—let us sit here on the sofa

Mrs. Elvsted.

Oh, I am too restless to sit down.

Hedda.

Oh no, you're not. Come here.

[She draws Mrs. Elvsted down upon the sofa and sits at her side.

Tesman.

Well? What is it, Mrs. Elvsted?

Hedda.

Has anything particular happened to you at home?

Mrs. Elvsted.

Yes—and no. Oh—I am so anxious you should not misunderstand me

Hedda.

Then your best plan is to tell us the whole story, Mrs. Elvsted.

Tesman.

I suppose that's what you have come for—eh?

Mrs. Elvsted.

Yes, yes—of course it is. Well then, I must