Tesman.
We will manage it! We must! I will dedicate my life to this task[task]
Hedda.
You, George? Your life?
Tesman.
Yes, or rather all the time I can spare. My own collections must wait in the meantime. Hedda—you understand, eh? I owe this to Eilert’s memory.
Hedda.
Perhaps.
Tesman.
And so, my dear Mrs. Elvsted, we will give our whole minds to it. There is no use in brooding over what can’t be undone—eh? We must try to control our grief as much as possible, and——