Part 52

LOVBORG.

And I must teach myself never to say Hedda Gabler again--never, as long as I live.

HEDDA.

LOVBORG.

HEDDA.

Yes--so the world goes.

LOVBORG.

Oh, Hedda, Hedda--how could you(9) throw yourself away!

HEDDA.

LOVBORG.

What do you mean?

HEDDA.

TESMAN.

Let me see. Oh, those are the Dolomites.

HEDDA.

Yes, that's it!--Those are the Dolomites, Mr. Lovborg.

TESMAN.

Hedda, dear,--I only wanted to ask whether I shouldn't bring you a little punch after all? For yourself at any rate--eh?

HEDDA.

Yes, do, please; and perhaps a few biscuits.

TESMAN.

No cigarettes?

HEDDA.

No.

TESMAN.

Very well.

LOVBORG.

HEDDA.