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Mrs. Elvsted.

Yes, I have them here. I put them in my pocket when I left home. Here they still are——

Tesman. Oh, do let me see them!

Mrs. Elvsted.

[Hands him a bundle of papers.] But they are in such disorder—all mixed up.

Tesman.

Fancy, if we could make something out of them, after all! Perhaps if we two put our heads together——-

Mrs. Elvsted.

Oh yes, at least let us try——

Tesman.

We will manage it! We must! I will dedicate my life to this task

Hedda. You, George? Your life?

Tesman.

Yes, or rather all the time I can spare. My own collections must wait in the meantime. Hedda—you understand, eh? I owe this to Eilert's memory.

Hedda. Perhaps.

Tesman.

And so, my dear Mrs. Elvsted, we will give our whole minds to it. There is no use in brooding