Brack?
Brack
That, too, depends on how you look at it, Mrs. Tesman.
Mrs. Elvsted
Unable to restrain her anxiety. Oh! it is something about Eilert Lövborg!
Brack
With a glance at her. What makes you think that, Madam? Perhaps you have already heard something—?
Mrs. Elvsted
In confusion. No, nothing at all, but—
Tesman
Oh, for heaven’s sake, tell us!
Brack
Shrugging his shoulders. Well, I regret to say Eilert Lövborg has been taken to the hospital. He is lying at the point of death.
Mrs. Elvsted
Shrieks. Oh God! oh God—!
Tesman
To the hospital! And at the point of death!
Hedda
Involuntarily. So soon then—
Mrs. Elvsted
Wailing. And we parted in anger, Hedda!
Hedda
Whispers. Thea—Thea—be careful!
Mrs. Elvsted
Not heeding her. I must go to him! I must see him alive!
Brack
It is useless, Madam. No one will be admitted.
Mrs. Elvsted
Oh, at least tell me what has happened to him? What is it?
Tesman
You don’t mean to say that he has himself—Eh?
Hedda
Yes, I am sure he has.
Brack
Keeping his eyes fixed upon her. Unfortunately you have guessed quite correctly, Mrs. Tesman.
Mrs. Elvsted
Oh, how horrible!
Tesman
Himself, then! Fancy that!
Hedda
Shot himself!
Brack
Rightly guessed again, Mrs. Tesman.
Mrs. Elvsted
With an effort at self-control. When did it happen, Mr. Brack?
Brack
This afternoon—between three and four.
Tesman
But, good Lord, where did he do it? Eh?
Brack
With some hesitation. Where? Well—I suppose at his lodgings.
Mrs. Elvsted
No, that cannot be; for I was there between six and seven.
Brack
Well then, somewhere else. I don’t know exactly. I only know that he was found—. He had shot himself—in the breast.
Mrs. Elvsted
Oh, how terrible! That he should die like that!
Hedda
To Brack. Was it in the breast?
Brack
Yes—as I told you.
Hedda
Not in the temple?
Brack
In the breast, Mrs. Tesman.
Hedda
Well, well—the breast is a good place, too.
Brack
How do you mean, Mrs. Tesman?
Hedda
Evasively. Oh, nothing—nothing.
Tesman
And the wound is dangerous, you say—eh?
Brack
Absolutely mortal. The end has probably come by this time.
Mrs. Elvsted
Yes, yes, I feel it. The end! The end! Oh, Hedda—!
Tesman
But tell me, how have you learnt all this?
Brack
Curtly. Through one of the police. A man I had some business with.
Hedda
In a clear voice. At last a deed worth doing!
Tesman
Terrified. Good heavens, Hedda! what are you saying?
Hedda
I say there is beauty in this.
Brack
H’m, Mrs. Tesman—
Mrs. Elvsted
Oh, Hedda, how can you talk of beauty in such an act!
Hedda
Eilert Lövborg has himself made up his account with life. He has had the courage to do—the one right thing.
Mrs. Elvsted
No, you must never think that was how it happened! It must have been in delirium that he did it.
Tesman
In despair!
Hedda
That he did not. I am certain of that.
Mrs. Elvsted
Yes, yes! In delirium! Just as when he tore up our manuscript.
Brack
Starting. The manuscript? Has he torn that up?
Mrs. Elvsted
Yes, last night.
Tesman
Whispers softly. Oh, Hedda, we shall never get over this.
Brack
H’m, very extraordinary.
Tesman
Moving about the room. To think of Eilert going out of the world in this way! And not leaving behind him the book that would have immortalised his name—
Mrs. Elvsted
Oh, if only it could be put together again!
Tesman
Yes, if it only could! I don’t know what I would not give—
Mrs. Elvsted
Perhaps it can, Mr. Tesman.
Tesman
What do you mean?
Mrs. Elvsted
Searches in the pocket of her dress. Look here. I have kept all the loose notes he used to dictate from.
Hedda
A step forward. Ah—!
Tesman
You have kept them, Mrs. Elvsted! Eh?
Mrs. Elvsted
Yes, I have them here. I put them in my pocket when I left home. Here they still are—
Tesman
Oh, do let me see them!
Mrs. Elvsted
Hands him a bundle of papers. But they are in such disorder—all mixed up.
Tesman
Fancy, if we could make something out of them, after all! Perhaps if we two put our heads together—
Mrs. Elvsted
Oh yes, at least let us try—
Tesman
We will manage it! We must! I will dedicate my life to this task.
Hedda
You, George? Your life?
Tesman
Yes, or rather all the time I can spare. My own collections must wait in the meantime. Hedda—you understand, eh? I owe this to Eilert’s memory.
Hedda
Perhaps.
Tesman
And so, my dear Mrs. Elvsted, we will give our whole minds to it. There is no use in brooding over what can’t be undone—eh? We must try to control our grief as much as possible, and—
Mrs. Elvsted
Yes, yes, Mr. Tesman, I will do the best I can.
Tesman
Well then, come here. I can’t rest until we have looked through the notes. Where shall we sit? Here? No, in there, in the back room. Excuse me, my dear Judge. Come with me, Mrs. Elvsted.
Mrs. Elvsted
Oh, if only it were possible!
Tesman and Mrs. Elvsted go into the back room. She takes off her hat and cloak. They both sit at the table under the hanging lamp, and are soon deep in an eager examination of the papers. Hedda crosses to the stove and sits in the arm chair. Presently Brack goes up to her.
Hedda
In a low voice. Oh, what a sense of freedom it gives one, this act of Eilert Lövborg’s.
Brack
Freedom, Mrs. Hedda? Well, of course, it is a release for him—
Hedda
I mean for me. It gives me a sense of freedom to know that a deed of deliberate courage is still possible in this world—a deed of spontaneous beauty.
Brack
Smiling. H’m—my dear Mrs. Hedda—
Hedda
Oh, I know what you are going to say. For you are a kind of specialist too, like—you know!
Brack
Looking hard at her. Eilert Lövborg was more to you than perhaps you are willing to admit to yourself. Am I wrong?
Hedda
I don’t answer such questions. I only know that Eilert Lövborg has had the courage to live his life after his own fashion. And then—the last great act, with its beauty! Ah! that he should have the will and the strength to turn away from the banquet of life—so early.
Brack
I am sorry, Mrs. Hedda—but I fear I must dispel
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