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.