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Tesman.
Why so?
Lövborg.
Because there is very little in it.
Tesman.
Just fancy—how can you say so?
Brack.
But it has been very much praised, I hear.
Lövborg.
That was what I wanted; so I put nothing into the book but what every one would agree with.
Brack.
Very wise of you.
Tesman.
Well but, my dear Eilert!
Lövborg.
For now I mean to win myself a position again—to make a fresh start.
Tesman.
[A little embarrassed.] Ah, that is what you wish to do? Eh?
Lövborg.
[Smiling, lays down his hat, and draws a packet, wrapped in paper, from his coat pocket.] But when this one appears, George Tesman, you will have to read it. For this is the real book—the book I have put my true self into.
Tesman.
Indeed? And what is it?
