What is the matter with you, Thea?
Tesman.
Something about Eilert Lövborg again—eh?
Mrs. Elvsted.
Yes! I am dreadfully afraid some misfortune has happened to him.
Hedda.
[Seizes her arm.] Ah,—do you think so!
Tesman.
Why, good Lord—what makes you think that, Mrs. Elvsted?
Mrs. Elvsted.