TESMAN.
Have not got it? What in the world do you mean?
HEDDA.
I have burnt it—every line of it.
TESMAN.
[With a violent movement of terror.] Burnt! Burnt Eilert's manuscript!
HEDDA.
Don't scream so. The servant might hear you.
TESMAN.
Burnt! Why, good God—! No, no, no! It's impossible!