[Radiant with joy.] Oh, heaven be praised——!
[Brack has in the meantime looked at his watch. He and Tesman rise and come into the drawing-room.
Brack.
[Takes his hat and overcoat.] Well, Mrs. Tesman, our time has come.
Hedda.
I suppose it has.
Lövborg.
[Rising.] Mine too, Judge Brack.
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Softly and imploringly.] Oh, Lövborg, don’t do it!