Lövborg.
[Who has never taken his eyes off her, says softly and slowly:] Hedda—Gabler!
Hedda.
[Glancing hastily at him.] Ah! Hush!
Lövborg.
[Repeats softly.] Hedda Gabler!
Hedda.
[Looking at the album.] That was my name in the old days—when we two knew each other.
Lövborg.
And I must teach myself never to say Hedda Gabler again—never, as long as I live.