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Mrs. Elvsted. Oh Hedda, you are just saying things you don't believe a bit.
Hedda. You really are a little blockhead, Thea.
Mrs. Elvsted. Oh yes, I suppose I am.
Hedda. And how mortally tired you look.
Mrs. Elvsted. Yes, I am mortally tired.
Hedda. Well then, you must do as I tell you. You must go into my room and lie down for a little while.
Mrs. Elvsted. Oh no, no—I shouldn't be able to sleep.
Hedda. I am sure you would.
Mrs. Elvsted. Well, but your husband is certain to come soon now; and then I want to know at once
Hedda. I shall take care to let you know when he comes.
Mrs. Elvsted. Do you promise me, Hedda?
