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Hedda.
[Looks at her anxiously.] Who can that be?
Mrs. Elvsted.
I don't know. Some one he knew in his—in his past. Some one he has never been able wholly to forget.
Hedda.
What has he told you—about this?
Mrs. Elvsted.
He has only once—quite vaguely—alluded to it.
Hedda.
Well! And what did he say?
Mrs. Elvsted.
He said that when they parted, she threatened to shoot him with a pistol.
Hedda.
[With cold composure.] Oh nonsense! No one does that sort of thing here.
Mrs. Elvsted.
No. And that is why I think it must have been that red-haired singing-woman whom he once
Hedda.
Yes, very likely.
Mrs. Elvsted.
For I remember they used to say of her that she carried loaded firearms.
