HEDDA.
Don't get excited! That horrid Judge Brack is sitting watching you.
LOVBORG.
So she was in mortal terror! On my account!
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Softly and piteously.] Oh, Hedda—now you have ruined everything!
LOVBORG.
[Looks fixedly at her for a moment. His face is distorted.] So that was my comrade's frank confidence in me?
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Imploringly.] Oh, my dearest friend—only let me tell you—