--Has he not come home yet?
HEDDA.
No. He wrote that he might be detained. But won't you sit down?
MISS TESMAN.
No thank you, my dear, dear Hedda. I should like to, but I have so
much to do. I must prepare my dear one for her rest as well as I can.
She shall go to her grave looking her best.
HEDDA.
Can I not help you in any way?
MISS TESMAN.
Oh, you must not think of it! Hedda Tesman must have no hand in such
mournful work. Nor let her thought dwell on it either--not at this
time.
HEDDA.
One is not always mistress of one's thoughts---
MISS TESMAN.
[Continuing.] Ah yes, it is the way of the world. At home we shall
be sewing a shroud; and here there will soon be sewing too, I suppose
--but of another sort, thank God!
GEORGE TESMAN enters by the hall door.
HEDDA.
Ah, you have come at last!
TESMAN.
You here, Aunt Julia? With Hedda? Fancy that!
MISS TESMAN.
I was just going, my dear boy. Well, have you done all you promised?
TESMAN.
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