MRS. ELVSTED.
[In agonised foreboding.] Lovborg—what have you done with the manuscript?
HEDDA.
[Looks anxiously at him.] Yes, the manuscript—?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Where is it?
LOVBORG.
The manuscript—. Well then—I have torn the manuscript into a thousand pieces.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Shrieks.] Oh no, no—!