HEDDA.
In roundabout terms, please observe.
LOVBORG.
Yes, but frankly nevertheless. Cross-question me about—all that sort of thing?
HEDDA.
And how could you answer, Mr. Lovborg?
LOVBORG.
Yes, that is just what I can't understand—in looking back upon it. But tell me now, Hedda—was there not love at the bottom of our friendship? On your side, did you not feel as though you might purge my stains away—if I made you my confessor? Was it not so?
HEDDA.
No, not quite.