[Sitting on a footstool near the stove.] Oh Hedda, you can’t conceive what a book that is going to be! I believe it is one of the most remarkable things that have ever been written. Fancy that!
Hedda.
Yes, yes; I don’t care about that——
Tesman.
I must make a confession to you, Hedda. When he had finished reading—a horrid feeling came over me.
Hedda.
A horrid feeling?
Tesman.
I felt jealous of Eilert for having had it in him to write such a book. Only think, Hedda!
Hedda.