Tesman.
No, I don't think that would be possible. For the inspiration, you see
Hedda.
Yes, yes—I suppose it depends on that [Lightly.] But, by-the-bye—here is a letter for you.
Tesman.
Fancy!
Hedda.
[Handing it to him.] It came early this morning.
Tesman.
It's from Aunt Julia! What can it be? [He lays the packet on the other footstool, opens the letter, runs his eye through it, and jumps up.] Oh, Hedda—she says that poor Aunt Rina is dying!
Hedda.
Well, we were prepared for that.
Tesman.
And that if I want to see her again, I must make haste. I'll run in to them at once.
Hedda.
[Suppressing a smile.] Will you run?
Tesman.
Oh, my dearest Hedda—if you could only make up your mind to come with me! Just think!
Hedda. [Rises and says wearily, repelling the idea.] No,
