Hedda.
No, no. I have lost my faith in the the vine-leaves. But beautifully nevertheless! For once in a way!—Good-bye! You must go now—and do not come here any more.
Lövborg.
Good-bye, Mrs. Tesman. And give George Tesman my love. [He is on the point of going.
Hedda.
No, wait! I must give you a memento to take with you.
[She goes to the writing-table and opens the drawer and the pistol-case; then returns to Lövborg with one of the pistols.
Lövborg. [Looks at her.] This? Is this the memento?
Hedda.
[Nodding slowly.] Do you recognise it? It was aimed at you once.
Lövborg. You should have used it then.
Hedda. Take it—and do you use it now.
Lövborg. [Puts the pistol in his breast pocket.] Thanks!
Hedda.
And beautifully, Eilert Lövborg. Promise me that!
