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Hedda.
Why, my dear, good Thea—to think of you daring to do it!
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Rises and moves about the room.] What else could I possibly do?
Hedda.
But what do you think your husband will say when you go home again?
Mrs. Elvsted.
[At the table, looks at her.] Back to him?
Hedda.
Of course.
Mrs. Elvsted.
I shall never go back to him again.
Hedda.
[Rising and going towards her.] Then you have left your home—for good and all?
Mrs. Elvsted.
Yes. There was nothing else to be done.
Hedda.
But then—to take flight so openly.
Mrs. Elvsted.
Oh, it's impossible to keep things of that sort secret.
Hedda.
But what do you think people will say of you, Thea?
