TESMAN.
Fancy—isn't that good news! A man of such extraordinary talents—. I felt so grieved to think that he had gone irretrievably to ruin.
BRACK.
That was what everybody thought.
TESMAN.
But I cannot imagine what he will take to now! How in the world will he be able to make his living? Eh?
[During the last words, HEDDA has entered by the hall door.
HEDDA.
[To BRACK, laughing with a touch of scorn.] Tesman is for ever worrying about how people are to make their living.
TESMAN.