Mrs. Elvsted.
[Wailing.] And we parted in anger, Hedda!
Hedda.
[Whispers.] Thea—Thea—be careful!
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Not heeding her.] I must go to him! I must see him alive!
Brack.
It is useless, Madam. No one will be admitted.
Mrs. Elvsted.
Oh, at least tell me what has happened to him? What is it?