ly in honour of Tesman, you know--

LOVBORG.

[Looking for his hat.] Oh--then I won't detain you--

BRACK.

No, but listen--will you not do me the favour of joining us?

LOVBORG.

[Curtly and decidedly.] No, I can't--thank you very much.

BRACK.

Oh, nonsense--do! We shall be quite a select little circle. And I assure
you we shall have a "lively time," as Mrs. Hed--as Mrs. Tesman says.

LOVBORG.

I have no doubt of it. But nevertheless--

BRACK.

And then you might bring your manuscript with you, and read it to Tesman
at my house. I could give you a room to yourselves.

TESMAN.

Yes, think of that, Eilert,--why shouldn't you? Eh?

HEDDA.

[Interposing.] But, Tesman, if Mr. Lovborg would really rather not! I
am sure Mr. Lovborg is much more inclined to remain here and have supper
with me.

LOVBORG.

[Looking at her.] With you, Mrs. Tesman?

HEDDA.

And with Mrs. Elvsted.

LOVBORG.

Ah-- [Lightly.] I saw her for a moment this morning.

HEDDA.

Did you? Well, she is coming this evening. So you see you are almost
bound to remain, Mr. Lovborg, or she will have no one to see her home.

LOVBORG.

That's true. Many thanks, Mrs. Tesman--in that case I will remain.

HEDDA.

Then I have one or two orders to give the servant--

[She goes to the hall door and rings. BERTA enters. HEDDA talks
to her in a whisper, and points towards the inner room. BERTA
nods and goes out again.

TESMAN.

[At the same time, to LOVBORG.] Tell me, Eilert--is it this new
subject--the future--that you are going to lecture about?

LOVBORG.

Yes.

TESMAN.

They told me at the bookseller's that you are going to deliver a course
of lectures this autumn.

LOVBORG.

That is my intention. I hope you won't take it ill, Tesman.

TESMAN.

Oh no, not in the least! But--?

LOVBORG.

I can quite understand that it must be very disagreeable to you.

TESMAN.

[Cast down.] Oh, I can't expect you, out of consideration for me, to--

LOVBORG.

But I shall wait till you have received your appointment.

TESMAN.

Will you wait? Yes but--yes but--are you not going to compete with me?
Eh?

LOVBORG.

No; it is only the moral victory I care for.

TESMAN.

Why, bless me--then Aunt Julia was right after all! Oh yes--I knew it!
Hedda! Just fancy--Eilert Lovborg is not going to stand in our way!

HEDDA.

[Curtly.] Our way? Pray leave me