Brack. Yes, precisely—Eilert Lövborg.
Tesman.
[Clasping his hands.] No, no—it's quite inconceivable! Quite impossible! Eh?
Brack.
H'm—that is what it may come to, all the same.
Tesman.
Well but, Judge Brack—it would show the most incredible lack of consideration for me. [Gesticulates with his arms.] For—just think—I'm a married man! We have married on the strength of these prospects, Hedda and I; and run deep into debt; and borrowed money from Aunt Julia too. Good heavens, they had as good as promised me the appointment. Eh?
Brack.
Well, well, well—no doubt you will get it in the end; only after a contest.
Hedda.
[Immovable in her arm-chair.] Fancy, Tesman, there will be a sort of sporting interest in that.
Tesman.
Why, my dearest Hedda, how can you be so indifferent about it.
Hedda.
[As before.] I am not at all indifferent. I am most eager to see who wins.
