[Eagerly.] Comrades! Yes, fancy, Hedda—that is the very word he used!—Oh, I ought to feel perfectly happy; and yet I cannot; for I don't know how long it will last.
HEDDA.
Are you no surer of him than that?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Gloomily.] A woman's shadow stands between Eilert Lovborg and me.
HEDDA.
[Looks at her anxiously.] Who can that be?
MRS. ELVSTED.
I don't know. Some one he knew in his—in his past. Some one he has never been able wholly to forget.
HEDDA.