HEDDA.
As I look back upon it all, I think there was really something beautiful, something fascinating—something daring—in—in that secret intimacy—that comradeship which no living creature so much as dreamed of.
LOVBORG.
Yes, yes, Hedda! Was there not?—When I used to come to your father's in the afternoon—and the General sat over at the window reading his papers—with his back towards us—
HEDDA.
And we two on the corner sofa—
LOVBORG.
Always with the same illustrated paper before us—
HEDDA.
For want of an album, yes.