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Miss Tesman.
Why, my dear George, you mustn't take it in this way.
Tesman. Mustn't? How do you mean?
Miss Tesman.
Even in your sorrow you must rejoice, as I do—rejoice that she is at rest.
Tesman. Oh yes, yes—you are thinking of Aunt Rina.
Hedda. You will feel lonely now, Miss Tesman.
Miss Tesman.
Just at first, yes. But that will not last very long, I hope. I daresay I shall soon find an occupant for poor Rina's little room.
Tesman. Indeed? Who do you think will take it? Eh?
Miss Tesman.
Oh, there's always some poor invalid or other in want of nursing, unfortunately.
Hedda.
Would you really take such a burden upon you again?
Miss Tesman.
A burden! Heaven forgive you, child—it has been no burden to me.
