Hedda.
[Looking at the album.] That was my name in the old days—when we two knew each other.
Lövborg.
And I must teach myself never to say Hedda Gabler again—never, as long as I live.
Hedda.
[Still turning over the pages.] Yes, you must. And I think you ought to practise in time. The sooner the better, I should say.
Lövborg.
[In a tone of indignation.] Hedda Gabler married? And married to—George Tesman!
Hedda.
Yes—so the world goes.
Lövborg.
Oh, Hedda, Hedda—how could you[1] throw yourself away!
Hedda.
[Looks sharply at him.] What? I can't allow this!
Lövborg.
What do you mean?
[Tesman comes into the room and goes towards the sofa.
Hedda.
[Hears him coming and says in an indifferent tone.] And this is a view from the Val d'Ampezzo, Mr.
1 He uses the familiar du.
