Tesman.
No, by-the-bye—that affair of the manuscript—of course nobody must know about that. But that you love me so much,[[25]] Hedda—Aunt Julia must really share my joy in that! I wonder, now, whether this sort of thing is usual in young wives? Eh?
Hedda.
I think you had better ask Aunt Julia that question too.
Tesman.
I will indeed, some time or other. [Looks uneasy and downcast again.] And yet the manuscript—the manuscript! Good God! it is terrible to think what will become of poor Eilert now.
Mrs. Elvsted, dressed as in the first Act, with hat and cloak, enters by the hall door.
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Greets them hurriedly, and says in evident agitation.] Oh, dear Hedda, forgive my coming again.
Hedda.