Tesman.
[A little embarrassed.] Ah, that is what you wish to do? Eh?
Lövborg.
[Smiling, lays down his hat, and draws a packet, wrapped in paper, from his coat pocket.] But when this one appears, George Tesman, you will have to read it. For this is the real book—the book I have put my true self into.
Tesman.
Indeed? And what is it?
Lövborg.
It is the continuation.
Tesman.
The continuation? Of what?