Yes, yes—I suppose it depends on that——[Lightly.] But, by-the-bye—here is a letter for you.
Tesman.
Fancy——!
Hedda.
[Handing it to him.] It came early this morning.
Tesman.
It’s from Aunt Julia! What can it be? [He lays the packet on the other footstool, opens the letter, runs his eye through it, and jumps up.] Oh, Hedda—she says that poor Aunt Rina is dying!
Hedda.
Well, we were prepared for that.
Tesman.