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.