MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, a big book, dealing with the march of civilisation--in broad
outline, as it were. It came out about a fortnight ago. And
since it has sold so well, and been so much read--and made such a
sensation---
TESMAN.
Has it indeed? It must be something he has had lying by since his
better days.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Long ago, you mean?
TESMAN.
Yes.
MRS. ELVSTED.
No, he has written it all since he has been with us--within the last
year.
TESMAN.
Isn't that good news, Hedda? Think of that.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Ah yes, if only it would last!
HEDDA.
Have you seen him here in town?
MRS. ELVSTED.
No, not yet. I have had the greatest difficulty in finding out his
address. But this morning I discovered it at last.
HEDDA.
[Looks searchingly at her.] Do you know, it seems to me a little odd
of your husband--h'm---
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Starting nervously.] Of my husband! What?
HEDDA.
That he should send you to town on such an errand--that he does not
come himself and look after his friend.
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