Hedda.
[Still turning over the pages.] Yes, you must. And I think you ought to practise in time. The sooner the better, I should say.
Lövborg.
[In a tone of indignation.] Hedda Gabler married? And married to—George Tesman!
Hedda.
Yes—so the world goes.
Lövborg.
Oh, Hedda, Hedda—how could you[[21]] throw yourself away!
Hedda.
[Looks sharply at him.] What? I can’t allow this!