Brack.
How do you mean, Mrs. Tesman?
Hedda.
[Evasively.] Oh, nothing—nothing.
Tesman.
And the wound is dangerous, you say—eh?
Brack.
Absolutely mortal. The end has probably come by this time.
Mrs. Elvsted.
Yes, yes, I feel it. The end! The end! Oh, Hedda——!