[Rising.] You ought to write to him, Tesman. Perhaps he may not care to come to you of his own accord.
Tesman.
Well, perhaps it would be the right thing to do, Hedda? Eh?
Hedda.
And the sooner the better. Why not at once?
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Imploringly.] Oh, if you only would!
Tesman.
I’ll write this moment. Have you his address, Mrs.—Mrs. Elvsted.
Mrs. Elvsted.