Hedda Gabler by Henrik Ibsen (books on motivation .txt) 📕
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MRS. ELVSTED.
[Looks at her with a startled air, and says rapidly.] He was the children's tutor.
HEDDA.
Your children's?
MRS. ELVSTED.
My husband's. I have none.
HEDDA.
Your step-children's, then?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes.
TESMAN.
[Somewhat hesitatingly.] Then was he—I don't know how to express it—was he—regular enough in his habits to be fit for the post? Eh?
MRS. ELVSTED.
For the last two years his conduct has been irreproachable.
TESMAN.
Has it indeed? Fancy that, Hedda!
HEDDA.
I hear it.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Perfectly irreproachable, I assure you! In every respect. But all the same—now that I know he is here—in this great town—and with a large sum of money in his hands—I can't help being in mortal fear for him.
TESMAN.
Why did he not remain where he was? With you and your husband? Eh?
MRS. ELVSTED.
After his book was published he was too restless and unsettled to remain with us.
TESMAN.
Yes, by-the-bye, Aunt Julia told me he had published a new book.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, a big book, dealing with the march of civilisation—in broad outline, as it were. It came out about a fortnight ago. And since it has sold so well, and been so much read—and made such a sensation—
TESMAN.
Has it indeed? It must be something he has had lying by since his better days.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Long ago, you mean?
TESMAN.
Yes.
MRS. ELVSTED.
No, he has written it all since he has been with us—within the last year.
TESMAN.
Isn't that good news, Hedda? Think of that.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Ah yes, if only it would last!
HEDDA.
Have you seen him here in town?
MRS. ELVSTED.
No, not yet. I have had the greatest difficulty in finding out his address. But this morning I discovered it at last.
HEDDA.
[Looks searchingly at her.] Do you know, it seems to me a little odd of your husband—h'm—
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Starting nervously.] Of my husband! What?
HEDDA.
That he should send you to town on such an errand—that he does not come himself and look after his friend.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh no, no—my husband has no time. And besides, I—I had some shopping to do.
HEDDA.
[With a slight smile.] Ah, that is a different matter.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Rising quickly and uneasily.] And now I beg and implore you, Mr. Tesman—receive Eilert Lovborg kindly if he comes to you! And that he is sure to do. You see you were such great friends in the old days. And then you are interested in the same studies—the same branch of science—so far as I can understand.
TESMAN.
We used to be at any rate.
MRS. ELVSTED.
That is why I beg so earnestly that you—you too—will keep a sharp eye upon him. Oh, you will promise me that, Mr. Tesman—won't you?
TESMAN.
With the greatest of pleasure, Mrs. Rysing—
HEDDA.
Elvsted.
TESMAN.
I assure you I shall do all I possibly can for Eilert. You may rely upon me.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, how very, very kind of you! [Presses his hands.] Thanks, thanks, thanks! [Frightened.] You see, my husband is so very fond of him!
HEDDA.
[Rising.] You ought to write to him, Tesman. Perhaps he may not care to come to you of his own accord.
TESMAN.
Well, perhaps it would be the right thing to do, Hedda? Eh?
HEDDA.
And the sooner the better. Why not at once?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Imploringly.] Oh, if you only would!
TESMAN.
I'll write this moment. Have you his address, Mrs.—Mrs. Elvsted.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes. [Takes a slip of paper from her pocket, and hands it to him.] Here it is.
TESMAN.
Good, good. Then I'll go in— [Looks about him.] By-the-bye,—my slippers? Oh, here. [Takes the packet and is about to go.
HEDDA.
Be sure you write him a cordial, friendly letter. And a good long one too.
TESMAN.
Yes, I will.
MRS. ELVSTED.
But please, please don't say a word to show that I have suggested it.
TESMAN.
No, how could you think I would? Eh?
HEDDA.
[Goes up to MRS. ELVSTED, smiles, and says in a low voice.] There! We have killed two birds with one stone.
MRS. ELVSTED.
What do you mean?
HEDDA.
Could you not see that I wanted him to go?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, to write the letter—
HEDDA.
And that I might speak to you alone.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Confused.] About the same thing?
HEDDA.
Precisely.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Apprehensively.] But there is nothing more, Mrs. Tesman! Absolutely nothing!
HEDDA.
Oh yes, but there is. There is a great deal more—I can see that. Sit here—and we'll have a cosy, confidential chat.
stove, and seats herself on one of the footstools.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Anxiously, looking at her watch.] But, my dear Mrs. Tesman—I was really on the point of going.
HEDDA.
Oh, you can't be in such a hurry.—Well? Now tell me something about your life at home.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, that is just what I care least to speak about.
HEDDA.
But to me, dear—? Why, weren't we schoolfellows?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, but you were in the class above me. Oh, how dreadfully afraid of you I was then!
HEDDA.
Afraid of me?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, dreadfully. For when we met on the stairs you used always to pull my hair.
HEDDA.
Did I, really?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, and once you said you would burn it off my head.
HEDDA.
Oh that was all nonsense, of course.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, but I was so silly in those days.—And since then, too—we have drifted so far—far apart from each other. Our circles have been so entirely different.
HEDDA.
Well then, we must try to drift together again. Now listen. At school we said du(4) to each other; and we called each other by our Christian names—
MRS. ELVSTED.
No, I am sure you must be mistaken.
HEDDA.
No, not at all! I can remember quite distinctly. So now we are going to renew our old friendship. [Draws the footstool closer to MRS. ELVSTED.] There now! [Kisses her cheek.] You must say du to me and call me Hedda.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Presses and pats her hands.] Oh, how good and kind you are! I am not used to such kindness.
HEDDA.
There, there, there! And I shall say du to you, as in the old days, and call you my dear Thora.
MRS. ELVSTED.
My name is Thea.(5)
HEDDA.
Why, of course! I meant Thea. [Looks at her compassionately.] So you are not accustomed to goodness and kindness, Thea? Not in your own home?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, if I only had a home! But I haven't any; I have never had a home.
HEDDA.
[Looks at her for a moment.] I almost suspected as much.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Gazing helplessly before her.] Yes—yes—yes.
HEDDA.
I don't quite remember—was it not as housekeeper that you first went to Mr. Elvsted's?
MRS. ELVSTED.
I really went as governess. But his wife—his late wife—was an invalid,—and rarely left her room. So I had to look after the housekeeping as well.
HEDDA.
And then—at last—you became mistress of the house.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Sadly.] Yes, I did.
HEDDA.
Let me see—about how long ago was that?
MRS. ELVSTED.
My marriage?
HEDDA.
Yes.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Five years ago.
HEDDA.
To be sure; it must be that.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh those five years—! Or at all events the last two or three of them! Oh, if you(6) could only imagine—
HEDDA.
[Giving her a little slap on the hand.] De? Fie, Thea!
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, yes, I will try—. Well, if—you could only imagine and understand—
HEDDA.
[Lightly.] Eilert Lovborg has been in your neighbourhood about three years, hasn't he?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Looks at here doubtfully.] Eilert Lovborg? Yes—he has.
HEDDA.
Had you known him before, in town here?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Scarcely at all. I mean—I knew him by name of course.
HEDDA.
But you saw a good deal of him in the country?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes, he came to us every day. You see, he gave the children lessons; for in the long run I couldn't manage it all myself.
HEDDA.
No, that's clear.—And your husband—? I suppose he is often away from home?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes. Being sheriff, you know, he has to travel about a good deal in his district.
HEDDA.
[Leaning against the arm of the chair.] Thea—my poor, sweet Thea—now you must tell me everything—exactly as it stands.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Well, then you must question me.
HEDDA.
What sort of a man is your husband, Thea? I mean—you know—in everyday life. Is he kind to you?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Evasively.] I am sure he means well in everything.
HEDDA.
I should think he must be altogether too old for you. There is at least twenty years' difference between you, is there not?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Irritably.] Yes, that is true, too. Everything about him is repellent to me! We have not a thought in common. We have no single point of sympathy—he and I.
HEDDA.
But is he not fond of you all the same? In his own way?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh I really don't know. I think he regards me simply as a useful property. And then it doesn't cost much to keep me. I am not expensive.
HEDDA.
That is stupid of you.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Shakes her head.] It cannot be otherwise—not with him. I don't think he really cares for any one but himself—and perhaps a little for the children.
HEDDA.
And for Eilert Lovborg, Thea?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Looking at her.] For Eilert Lovborg? What puts that into your head?
HEDDA.
Well, my dear—I should say, when he sends you after him all the way to town— [Smiling almost imperceptibly.] And besides, you said so yourself, to Tesman.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[With a little nervous twitch.] Did I? Yes, I suppose I did. [Vehemently, but not loudly.] No—I may just as well make a clean breast of it at once! For it must all come out in any case.
HEDDA.
Why, my dear Thea—?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Well, to make a long story short: My husband did not know that I was coming.
HEDDA.
What! Your husband didn't know it!
MRS. ELVSTED.
No, of course not. For that matter, he was away from home himself— he was travelling. Oh, I could bear it no longer, Hedda! I couldn't indeed—so utterly alone as I should have been in future.
HEDDA.
Well? And then?
MRS. ELVSTED.
So I put together some of my things—what I needed most—as quietly as possible. And then I left the house.
HEDDA.
Without a word?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes—and took the train to town.
HEDDA.
Why, my dear, good Thea—to think of you daring to do it!
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Rises and moves about the room.] What else could I possibly do?
HEDDA.
But what do you think your husband will say when you go home again?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[At the table, looks at her.] Back to him?
HEDDA.
Of course.
MRS. ELVSTED.
I shall never go back to him again.
HEDDA.
[Rising and going towards her.] Then you have left your home—for good and all?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes. There was nothing else to be done.
HEDDA.
But then—to take flight so openly.
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, it's impossible to keep things of that sort secret.
HEDDA.
But what do you think people will say of you, Thea?
MRS. ELVSTED.
They may say what they like, for aught I care. [Seats herself wearily and sadly on the sofa.] I have done nothing but what I had to do.
HEDDA.
[After a short silence.] And what are your plans now? What do you think of doing.
MRS. ELVSTED.
I don't know yet. I only know this, that I must live here, where Eilert Lovborg is—if I am to live at all.
HEDDA.
[Takes a chair from the table, seats herself beside her, and strokes her hands.] My dear Thea—how did this—this friendship—between you and Eilert Lovborg come about?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh it grew up gradually. I gained a sort of influence over him.
HEDDA.
Indeed?
MRS. ELVSTED.
He gave up his old habits. Not because I asked him to, for I never dared do that. But of course he saw how repulsive they were to me; and so he dropped them.
HEDDA.
[Concealing an involuntary smile of scorn.] Then you have reclaimed him—as the saying goes—my little Thea.
MRS. ELVSTED.
So he says himself, at any rate. And he, on his side, has made a real human being of me—taught me to think, and to understand so many things.
HEDDA.
Did he give you lessons too, then?
MRS. ELVSTED.
No, not exactly lessons. But he talked to me—talked about such an infinity of things. And then came the lovely, happy time when I began to share in his work—when he allowed me to help him!
HEDDA.
Oh he did, did he?
MRS. ELVSTED.
Yes! He never wrote anything without my assistance.
HEDDA.
You were two good comrades, in fact?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Eagerly.] Comrades! Yes, fancy, Hedda—that is the very word he used!—Oh, I ought to feel perfectly happy; and yet I cannot; for I don't know how long it will last.
HEDDA.
Are you no surer of him than that?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Gloomily.] A woman's shadow stands between Eilert Lovborg and me.
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.
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