Well, to tell the truth, I think it might best be described as an orgie, Hedda.
Hedda.
Had he vine-leaves in his hair?
Tesman.
Vine-leaves? No, I saw nothing of the sort. But he made a long, rambling speech in honour of the woman who had inspired him in his work—that was the phrase he used.
Hedda.
Did he name her?
Tesman.
No, he didn’t; but I can’t help thinking he meant Mrs. Elvsted. You may be sure he did.
Hedda.