[Glancing towards the inner room.] Hush! Here comes Tesman. [Rises and whispers.] Thea—all this must remain between you and me.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Springing up.] Oh yes—yes! For heaven's sake—!
GEORGE TESMAN, with a letter in his hand, comes from the right
through the inner room.
TESMAN.
There now—the epistle is finished.
HEDDA.
That's right. And now Mrs. Elvsted is just going. Wait a moment—I'll go with you to the garden gate.
TESMAN.
Do you think Berta could post the letter, Hedda dear?