[Judge Brack comes in from the hall, with a new hat in his hand.
Brack.
You have guessed it, first time. Something has!
Mrs. Elvsted.
Oh, dear, good gracious! What is it? Something distressing, I'm certain of it!
[Shrieks aloud.
Brack.
[Pleasantly.] That depends on how one takes it. He has shot himself, and is in a hospital now, that's all!
George.
[Sympathetically.] That's sad, eh? poor old Lövborg! Well, I am cut up to hear that. Fancy, though, eh?