Tesman.
[Also laughing.] Come, you’re a nice one Hedda! Fancy that!
Brack.
Well, good-bye, good-bye, ladies.
Lövborg.
[Bowing.] About ten o’clock, then.
[Brack, Lövborg, and Tesman go out by the hall door. At the same time, Berta enters from the inner room with a lighted lamp, which she places on the drawing-room table; she goes out by the way she came.
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Who has risen and is wandering restlessly about the room.] Hedda—Hedda—what will come of all this?
Hedda.