No, my dearest Hedda, I mustn’t, I really mustn’t.
Hedda.
You must not?
Tesman.
No—for you can imagine what a state of despair he will be in when he wakens and misses the manuscript. He has no copy of it, you must know! He told me so.
Hedda.
[Looking searchingly at him.] Can such a thing not be reproduced? Written over again?
Tesman.
No, I don’t think that would be possible. For the inspiration, you see——
Hedda.