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Hedda. Shot himself!
Brack. Rightly guessed again, Mrs. Tesman.
Mrs. Elvsted.
[With an effort at self-control.] When did it happen, Mr. Brack?
Brack. This afternoon—between three and four.
Tesman. But, good Lord, where did he do it? Eh?
Brack.
[With some hesitation.] Where? Well—I suppose at his lodgings.
Mrs. Elvsted.
No, that cannot be; for I was there between six and seven.
Brack.
Well then, somewhere else. I don't know exactly. I only know that he was found. He had shot himself—in the breast.
Mrs. Elvsted.
Oh, how terrible! That he should die like that!
Hedda.
[To Brack.] Was it in the breast?
Brack. Yes—as I told you.
