Five years ago.
HEDDA.
To be sure; it must be that.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh those five years—! Or at all events the last two or three of them! Oh, if you([6]) could only imagine—
HEDDA.
[Giving her a little slap on the hand.] De? Fie, Thea!
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, yes, I will try—. Well, if—you could only imagine and understand—
HEDDA.