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 Hedda.

But you saw a good deal of him in the country?

Mrs. Elvsted.

Yes, he came to us every day. You see, he gave the children lessons; for in the long run I couldn't manage it all myself.

Hedda.

No, that's clear.—And your husband? I suppose he is often away from home?

Mrs. Elvsted.

Yes. Being sheriff, you know, he has to travel about a good deal in his district.

Hedda.

[Leaning against the arm of the chair.] Thea—my poor, sweet Thea—now you must tell me everything—exactly as it stands.

Mrs. Elvsted.

Well then, you must question me.

Hedda.

What sort of a man is your husband, Thea? I mean—you know—in everyday life. Is he kind to you?

Mrs. Elvsted.

[Evasively.] I am sure he means well in everything.

Hedda.

I should think he must be altogether too old for you. There is at least twenty years' difference between you, is there not?