Hedda.
[Evasively.] I heard you had a very jolly party at Judge Brack's.
[Mrs. Elvsted comes in.
Lövborg.
It's all over. I don't mean to do any more work. I've no use for a companion now, Thea. Go home to your sheriff!
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Agitated.] Never! I want to be with you when your book comes out!
Lövborg.
It won't come out—I've torn it up! [Mrs. Elvsted rushes out, wringing her hands.] Mrs. Tesman, I told her a lie—but no matter. I haven't torn my book up—I've done worse! I've taken it about to several parties, and it's been through a police-row with me—now I've lost it. Even if I found it again, it wouldn't be the same—not to me! I am a Norwegian literary man, and peculiar. So I must make an end of it altogether!
