Hedda.
[Coldly, controlling herself.] All this—absurdity—George.
Tesman.
Absurdity! Do you see anything absurd in my being overjoyed at the news! But after all—perhaps I had better not say anything to Berta.
Hedda.
Oh——why not that too?
Tesman.
No, no, not yet! But I must certainly tell Aunt Julia. And then that you have begun to call me George too! Fancy that! Oh, Aunt Julia will be so happy—so happy!
Hedda.
When she hears that I have burnt Eilert Lövborg’s manuscript—for your sake?