TESMAN.
[Softly.] I'm sure it is he! Fancy that!
EILERT LOVBORG enters from the hall. He is slim and lean;
of the same age as TESMAN, but looks older and somewhat
worn-out. His hair and beard are of a blackish brown, his
face long and pale, but with patches of colour on the cheeks.
He is dressed in a well-cut black visiting suit, quite new.
He has dark gloves and a silk hat. He stops near the door,
and makes a rapid bow, seeming somewhat embarrassed.
TESMAN.
[Goes up to him and shakes him warmly by the hand.] Well, my dear Eilert—so at last we meet again!
EILERT LOVBORG.
[Speaks in a subdued voice.] Thanks for your letter, Tesman. [Approaching HEDDA.] Will you too shake hands with me, Mrs. Tesman?
HEDDA.
[Taking his hand.] I am glad to see you, Mr. Lovborg. [With a motion of her hand.] I don't know whether you two gentlemen—?
LOVBORG.