Tesman.
Oh, I almost think I understand you, Hedda! [Clasps his hands together.] Great heavens! do you really mean it! Eh?
Hedda.
Don’t shout so. The servant might hear.
Tesman.
[Laughing in irrepressible glee.] The servant! Why, how absurd you are, Hedda. It’s only my old Berta! Why, I’ll tell Berta myself.
Hedda.
[Clenching her hands together in desperation.] Oh, it is killing me,—it is killing me, all this!
Tesman.
What is, Hedda? Eh?