Hedda.
There, go away, you wild rollicking creatures! But Mr. Lövborg must be back at ten, to take dear Thea home!
Mrs. Elvsted.
Oh, goodness, yes! [In concealed agony.] Mr. Lövborg, I shan't go away till you do!
[The three men go out laughing merrily; the Act-drop is lowered for a minute; when it is raised, it is 7 A.M., and Mrs. Elvsted and Hedda are discovered sitting up, with rugs around them.
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Wearily.] Seven in the morning, and Mr. Lövborg not here to take me home yet! what can he be doing?
Hedda.
[Yawning.] Reading to Tesman, with vine-leaves in his hair, I suppose. Perhaps he has got to the third part.
Mrs. Elvsted.