Tesman.
[Somewhat hesitatingly.] Then was he—I don't know how to express it—was he—regular enough in his habits to be fit for the post? Eh?
Mrs. Elvsted.
For the last two years his conduct has been irreproachable.
Tesman.
Has it indeed? Fancy that, Hedda!
Hedda.
I hear it.
Mrs. Elvsted.
Perfectly irreproachable, I assure you! In every respect. But all the same—now that I know he is here—in this great town—and with a large sum of money in his hands—I can't help being in mortal fear for him.
Tesman.
Why did he not remain where he was? With you and your husband? Eh?
Mrs. Elvsted.
After his book was published he was too restless and unsettled to remain with us.
Tesman.
Yes, by-the-bye, Aunt Julia told me he had published a new book.
Mrs. Elvsted.
Yes, a big book, dealing with the march of civilisation—in broad outline, as it were. It came
