HEDDA.
No, no. I have lost my faith in the vine-leaves. But beautifully nevertheless! For once in a way!—Good-bye! You must go now—and do not come here any more.
LOVBORG.
Good-bye, Mrs. Tesman. And give George Tesman my love.
[He is on the point of going.
HEDDA.
No, wait! I must give you a memento to take with you.
[She goes to the writing-table and opens the drawer and the
pistol-case; then returns to LOVBORG with one of the pistols.
LOVBORG.
[Looks at her.] This? Is this the memento?