And how could you answer, Mr. Lövborg?
Lövborg.
Yes, that is just what I can’t understand—in looking back upon it. But tell me now, Hedda—was there not love at the bottom of our friendship? On your side, did you not feel as though you might purge my stains away—if I made you my confessor? Was it not so?
Hedda.
No, not quite.
Lövborg.
What was your motive, then?
Hedda.
Do you think it quite incomprehensible that a young girl—when it can be done—without any one knowing——
Lövborg.