But it doesn't matter, for you may be sure he won't come.
TESMAN.
What makes you think that? Eh?
BRACK.
[With a little hesitation, rising and resting his hands on the back of his chair.] My dear Tesman—and you too, Mrs. Tesman—I think I ought not to keep you in the dark about something that—that—
TESMAN.
That concerns Eilert—?
BRACK.
Both you and him.
TESMAN.