Hedda.
Yes, very likely.
Mrs. Elvsted.
For I remember they used to say of her that she carried loaded firearms.
Hedda.
Oh—then of course it must have been she.
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Wringing her hands.] And now just fancy, Hedda—I hear that this singing-woman—that she is in town again! Oh, I don’t know what to do——
Hedda.
[Glancing towards the inner room.] Hush! Here comes Tesman. [Rises and whispers.] Thea—all this must remain between you and me.