And we two on the corner sofa——
Lövborg.
Always with the same illustrated paper before us——
Hedda.
For want of an album, yes.
Lövborg.
Yes, Hedda, and when I made my confessions to you—told you about myself, things that at that time no one else knew! There I would sit and tell you of my escapades—my days and nights of devilment. Oh, Hedda—what was the power in you that forced me to confess these things?
Hedda.
Do you think it was any power in me?
Lövborg.