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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.
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. [Takes it.] I will tell her to.
