Mrs. Elvsted.
[Springing up.] Oh yes—yes! For heaven’s sake——!
George Tesman, with a letter in his hand, comes from the right through the inner room.
Tesman.
There now—the epistle is finished.
Hedda.
That’s right. And now Mrs. Elvsted is just going. Wait a moment—I’ll go with you to the garden gate.
Tesman.
Do you think Berta could post the letter, Hedda dear?
Hedda.