Tesman.
On the way to town. We broke up—the last of us at any rate—all together; and Brack came with us to get a breath of fresh air. And then, you see, we agreed to take Eilert home; for he had had far more than was good for him.
Hedda. I daresay.
Tesman.
But now comes the strange part of it, Hedda; or, I should rather say, the melancholy part of it. I declare I am almost ashamed—on Eilert's account—to tell you
Hedda.
Oh, go on
!Tesman.
Well, as we were getting near town, you see, I happened to drop a little behind the others. Only for a minute or two—fancy that!
Hedda. Yes yes yes, but
?Tesman.
And then, as I hurried after them—what do you think I found by the wayside? Eh?
Hedda. Oh, how should I know!
Tesman. You mustn't speak of it to a soul, Hedda! Do you hear! Promise me, for Eilert's sake. [Draws a parcel, wrapped in paper, from his coat pocket.] Fancy, dear—I found this.