Indeed? [Looks at the address.] Why yes, it’s addressed in Aunt Julia’s own hand. Well then, he has remained at Judge Brack’s. And as for Eilert Lövborg—he is sitting, with vine leaves in his hair, reading his manuscript.
Mrs. Elvsted.
Oh Hedda, you are just saying things you don’t believe a bit.
Hedda.
You really are a little blockhead, Thea.
Mrs. Elvsted.
Oh yes, I suppose I am.
Hedda.
And how mortally tired you look.
Mrs. Elvsted.