Oh, far from it! You can surely understand that, for Eilert’s sake, I wouldn’t do that.
Hedda.
So no one knows that Eilert Lövborg’s manuscript is in your possession?
Tesman.
No. And no one must know it.[it.]
Hedda.
Then what did you say to him afterwards?
Tesman.
I didn’t talk to him again at all; for when we got in among the streets, he and two or three of the others gave us the slip and disappeared. Fancy that!
Hedda.