Lövborg.
[Softly, as before.] Answer me, Hedda—how could you go and do this?
Hedda.
[Apparently absorbed in the album.] If you continue to say du to me I won’t talk to you.
Lövborg.
May I not say du even when we are alone?
Hedda.
No. You may think it; but you mustn’t say it.
Lövborg.
Ah, I understand. It is an offence against George Tesman, whom you[[22]]—love.