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MRS. ELVSTED.
Not your husband's?
HEDDA.
Do you think that is worth the trouble? Oh, if you could only
understand how poor I am. And fate has made you so rich! [Clasps
her passionately in her arms.] I think I must burn your hair off
after all.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Let me go! Let me go! I am afraid of you, Hedda!
BERTA.
[In the middle doorway.] Tea is laid in the dining-room, ma'am.
HEDDA.
Very well. We are coming
MRS. ELVSTED.
No, no, no! I would rather go home alone! At once!
HEDDA.
Nonsense! First you shall have a cup of tea, you little stupid. And
then--at ten o'clock--Eilert Lovborg will be here--with vine-leaves
in his hair.
[She drags MRS. ELVSTED almost by force to the middle doorway.
ACT THIRD.
The room at the TESMANS'. The curtains are drawn over the
middle doorway, and also over the glass door. The lamp,
half turned down, and with a shade over it, is burning on
the table. In the stove, the door of which stands open,
there has been a fire, which is now nearly burnt out.
MRS. ELVSTED, wrapped in a large shawl, and with her feet
upon a foot-rest, sits close to the stove, sunk back in
the arm-chair. HEDDA, fully dressed, lies sleeping upon
the sofa, with a sofa-blanket over her.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[After a pause, suddenly sits up in her chair, and listens eagerly.
Then she sinks back again wearily, moaning to herself.] Not yet!--
Oh God--oh God--not yet!
BERTA slips cautiously in by the hall door. She has a letter in
her hand.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Turns and whispers eagerly.] Well--has any one come?
BERTA.
[Softly.] Yes, a girl has just brought this letter.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Quickly, holding out her hand.] A letter! Give it to me!
BERTA.
No, it's for Dr. Tesman, ma'am.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, indeed.
BERTA.
It was Miss Tesman's servant that brought it. I'll lay it here on
the table.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, do.
BERTA.
[Laying down the letter.] I think I had better put out the lamp.
It's smoking.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, put it out. It must soon be daylight now.
BERTA.
[Putting out the lamp.] It is daylight already, ma'am.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, broad day! And no one come back yet---!
BERTA.
Lord bless you, ma'am--I guessed how it would be.
MRS. ELVSTED.
You guessed?
BERTA.
Yes, when I saw that a certain person had come back to town--and that
he went off with them. For we've heard enough about that gentleman
before now.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Don't speak so loud. You will waken Mrs. Tesman.
BERTA.
[Looks towards the sofa and sighs.] No, no--let her sleep, poor
thing. Shan't I put some wood on the fire?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Thanks, not for me.
BERTA.
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