HEDDA.
Oh yes, but there is. There is a great deal more—I can see that. Sit here—and we'll have a cosy, confidential chat.
[She forces MRS. ELVSTED to sit in the easy-chair beside the
stove, and seats herself on one of the footstools.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Anxiously, looking at her watch.] But, my dear Mrs. Tesman—I was really on the point of going.
HEDDA.
Oh, you can't be in such a hurry.—Well? Now tell me something about your life at home.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, that is just what I care least to speak about.
HEDDA.