Hedda.
To be sure; it must be that.
Mrs. Elvsted.
Oh those five years——! Or at all events the last two or three of them! Oh, if you[[18]] could only imagine——
Hedda.
[Giving her a little slap on the hand.] De? Fie, Thea!
Mrs. Elvsted.
Yes, yes, I will try——Well, if—you could only imagine and understand——
Hedda.
[Lightly.] Eilert Lövborg has been in your neighbourhood about three years, hasn’t he?