Hedda.
No, that’s clear.—And your husband——? I suppose he is often away from home?
Mrs. Elvsted.
Yes. Being sheriff, you know, he has to travel about a good deal in his district.
Hedda.
[Leaning against the arm of the chair.] Thea—my poor, sweet Thea—now you must tell me everything—exactly as it stands.
Mrs. Elvsted.
Well then, you must question me.
Hedda.
What sort of a man is your husband, Thea? I mean—you know—in everyday life. Is he kind to you?