[Leans further back in the chair.] Aha—aha!
Tesman.
But who can my competitor be? Surely not——?
Brack.
Yes, precisely—Eilert Lövborg.
Tesman.
[Clasping his hands.] No, no—it’s quite inconceivable! Quite impossible! Eh?
Brack.
H’m—that is what it may come to, all the same.
Tesman.