Partly. Partly—I almost think.
Lövborg.
Comradeship in the thirst for life. But why should not that, at any rate, have continued?
Hedda.
The fault was yours.
Lövborg.
It was you that broke with me.
Hedda.
Yes, when our friendship threatened to develop into something more serious. Shame upon you, Eilert Lövborg! How could you think of wronging your—your frank comrade?
Lövborg.