Mrs. Elvsted.
[Evasively.] I am sure he means well in everything.
Hedda.
I should think he must be altogether too old for you. There is at least twenty years’ difference between you, is there not?
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Irritably.] Yes, that is true, too. Everything about him is repellent to me! We have not a thought in common. We have no single point of sympathy—he and I.
Hedda.
But is he not fond of you all the same? In his own way?
Mrs. Elvsted.
Oh I really don’t know. I think he regards me simply as a useful property. And then it doesn’t cost much to keep me. I am not expensive.