HEDDA.
No matter—I could not bear the idea that any one should throw you into the shade.
TESMAN.
[In an outburst of mingled doubt and joy.] Hedda! Oh, is this true? But—but—I never knew you show your love like that before. Fancy that!
HEDDA.
Well, I may as well tell you that—just at this time— [Impatiently breaking off.] No, no; you can ask Aunt Julia. She will tell you, fast enough.
TESMAN.
Oh, I almost think I understand you, Hedda! [Clasps his hands together.] Great heavens! do you really mean it! Eh?
HEDDA.
Don't shout so. The servant might hear.