LOVBORG.
Yes, Hedda, and when I made my confessions to you—told you about myself, things that at that time no one else knew! There I would sit and tell you of my escapades—my days and nights of devilment. Oh, Hedda—what was the power in you that forced me to confess these things?
HEDDA.
Do you think it was any power in me?
LOVBORG.
How else can I explain it? And all those—those roundabout questions you used to put to me—
HEDDA.
Which you understood so particularly well—
LOVBORG.
How could you sit and question me like that? Question me quite frankly—