[Glancing hastily at him.] Ah! Hush!
LOVBORG.
[Repeats softly.] Hedda Gabler!
HEDDA.
[Looking at the album.] That was my name in the old days—when we two knew each other.
LOVBORG.
And I must teach myself never to say Hedda Gabler again—never, as long as I live.
HEDDA.
[Still turning over the pages.] Yes, you must. And I think you ought to practise in time. The sooner the better, I should say.
LOVBORG.