Lövborg.
So she was in mortal terror! On my account!
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Softly and piteously.] Oh, Hedda—now you have ruined everything!
Lövborg.
[Looks fixedly at her for a moment. His face is distorted.] So that was my comrade's frank confidence in me?
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Imploringly.] Oh, my dearest friend—only let me tell you
Lövborg.
[Takes one of the glasses of punch, raises it to his lips, and says in a low, husky voice.] Your health, Thea!
[He empties the glass, puts it down, and takes the second.
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Softly.] Oh, Hedda, Hedda—how could you do this?
Hedda.
I do it? I? Are you crazy?
Lövborg.
Here's to your health too, Mrs. Tesman. Thanks for the truth. Hurrah for the truth!
[He empties the glass and is about to re-fill it.
Hedda.
[Lays her hand on his arm.] Come, come—no more for the present. Remember you are going out to supper.
