[Replacing the manuscript in its paper and laying the packet on the table.] I brought it, thinking I might read you a little of it this evening.
TESMAN.
That was very good of you, Eilert. But this evening—? [Looking back at BRACK.] I don't see how we can manage it—
LOVBORG.
Well then, some other time. There is no hurry.
BRACK.
I must tell you, Mr. Lovborg—there is a little gathering at my house this evening—mainly in honour of Tesman, you know—
LOVBORG.
[Looking for his hat.] Oh—then I won't detain you—
BRACK.