LOVBORG.
[Takes one of the glasses of punch, raises it to his lips, and says in a low, husky voice.] Your health, Thea!
[He empties the glass, puts it down, and takes the second.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Softly.] Oh, Hedda, Hedda—how could you do this?
HEDDA.
I do it? I? Are you crazy?
LOVBORG.
Here's to your health too, Mrs. Tesman. Thanks for the truth. Hurrah for the truth!
[He empties the glass and is about to re-fill it.