TESMAN.
[Laughing in irrepressible glee.] The servant! Why, how absurd you are, Hedda. It's only my old Berta! Why, I'll tell Berta myself.
HEDDA.
[Clenching her hands together in desperation.] Oh, it is killing me, —it is killing me, all this!
TESMAN.
What is, Hedda? Eh?
HEDDA.
[Coldly, controlling herself.] All this—absurdity—George.
TESMAN.
Absurdity! Do you see anything absurd in my being overjoyed at the news! But after all—perhaps I had better not say anything to Berta.