Hedda.
Now, none of that here! These are the Dolomites.—Yes, I remember; it was a beautiful fascinating Norwegian intimacy—but it's over now. See, we spent a night in that little mountain village, Tesman and I.
Lövborg.
Did you, indeed? Do you remember that delicious moment when you threatened to shoot me down? [Tenderly.] I do!
Hedda.
[Carelessly.] Did I! I have done that to so many people. But now all that is past, and you have found the loveliest consolation in dear, good, little Mrs. Elvsted—ah, here she is! [Enter Mrs. Elvsted.] Now, Thea, sit down and drink up a good glass of cold punch. Mr. Lövborg is going to have some. If you don't, Mr. Lövborg, George and the Judge will think you are afraid of taking too much if you once begin.
Mrs. Elvsted.
Oh, please, Hedda! When I've inspired Mr. Lövborg so—good gracious! don't make him drink cold punch!
Hedda.
You see, Mr. Lövborg, our dear little friend can't trust you!