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Hedda Gabler

Act Third
The room at the TESMANS'. The curtains are drawn over the middle doorway,
and also over the glass door. The lamp, half turned down, and with a shade over
it, is burning on the table. In the stove, the door of which stands open, there has
been a fire, which is now nearly burnt out.
MRS. ELVSTED, wrapped in a large shawl, and with her feet upon a foot-rest,
sits close to the stove, sunk back in the arm-chair. HEDDA, fully dressed, lies
sleeping upon the sofa, with a sofa-blanket over her.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[After a pause, suddenly sits up in her chair, and listens eagerly. Then she sinks
back again wearily, moaning to herself.] Not yet!-- Oh God--oh God--not yet!
BERTA slips cautiously in by the hall door. She has a letter in her hand.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Turns and whispers eagerly.] Well--has any one come?
BERTA.
[Softly.] Yes, a girl has just brought this letter.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Quickly, holding out her hand.] A letter! Give it to me!
BERTA.
No, it's for Dr. Tesman, ma'am.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, indeed.
BERTA.
It was Miss Tesman's servant that brought it. I'll lay it here on the table.
MRS. ELVSTED.
 
 
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