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Hedda.

[Looks at her with a smile.] Ah! Does he say that, dear?

Lövborg.

And then she is so brave, Mrs. Tesman!

Mrs. Elvsted.

Good heavens—am I brave?

Lövborg.

Exceedingly—where your comrade is concerned.

Hedda.

Ah yes—courage! If one only had that!

Lövborg.

What then? What do you mean?

Hedda.

Then life would perhaps be liveable, after all. [With a sudden change of tone.] But now, my dearest Thea, you really must have a glass of cold punch.

Mrs. Elvsted.

No, thanks—I never take anything of that kind.

Hedda.

Well then, you, Mr. Lövborg.

Lövborg.

Nor I, thank you.

Mrs. Elvsted.

No, he doesn't either.