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Hedda.
I say there is beauty in this.
Brack.
H'm, Mrs. Tesman
Tesman.
Beauty! Fancy that!
Mrs. Elvsted.
Oh, Hedda, how can you talk of beauty in such an act!
Hedda.
Eilert Lövborg has himself made up his account with life. He has had the courage to do—the one right thing.
Mrs. Elvsted.
No, you must never think that was how it happened! It must have been in delirium that he did it.
Tesman.
In despair!
Hedda.
That he did not. I am certain of that.
Mrs. Elvsted.
Yes, yes! In delirium! Just as when he tore up our manuscript.
Brack.
[Starting.] The manuscript? Has he torn that up?
Mrs. Elvsted.
Yes, last night.
