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 [During the last words, Hedda has entered by the hall door.

Hedda.

[To Brack, laughing with a touch of scorn.] Tesman is for ever worrying about how people are to make their living.

Tesman.

Well you see, dear—we were talking about poor Eilert Lövborg.

Hedda.

[Glancing at him rapidly.] Oh, indeed? [Seats herself in the arm-chair beside the stove and asks indifferently:] What is the matter with him?

Tesman.

Well—no doubt he has run through all his property long ago; and he can scarcely write a new book every year—eh? So I really can't see what is to become of him.

Brack.

Perhaps I can give you some information on that point.

Tesman.

Indeed!

Brack.

You must remember that his relations have a good deal of influence.

Tesman.

Oh, his relations, unfortunately, have entirely washed their hands of him.